A Millions Roses | | L.S AU

Chapter Fourteen

"... and I hate, to say I need you... I'm so reliant. I'm so dependent. I'm such a fool. When you're, not here. I find myself singing the blues, can't bare, can't face the truth."

Chapter 14; Placed

He gripped himself tight, nails digging into his arms, trying to steady his ragged breathing, closing and squeezing blazing green eyes closed behind lilac eyelids that were puffy and sore with tears. He shuddered, bitting his lip to blood, and willing himself to stand up and attempt to pull himself together.

In a world so big, how was it possible to feel this alone?

He walked with his head hung so low, the tears not stopping as he pathetically carried himself home - hoping he could just sulk and cry in the quiet that would only scream at him his haunting thoughts. It didn't matter though because he felt that his thoughts no longer belonged to him, his body didn't belong to him and his heart had been stolen... It crawled along side Louis and ached more with each step he grew farther away from Harry and cried his name, but he paid it no mind.

His breath was caught in his throat as he rounded the corner down his street, feeling empty and mentally drained, fragments of himself scattered all around him, as his chest was rising and falling quite fast with short breaths. He hiccuped, his cheeks bright red and his throat growing dry.

He was crying hysterically when he walked down the pavement of his street. Everything hurt, especially since from here, he could already see the rose that lay placed perfectly near his doorstep and he cried so hard he could barely breathe, slapping his hand to his mouth as he tried desperately to get his lungs to work, his vision blurring with heavy tears and he just didn't want to do this anymore. The pain in his chest was surreal.

He could only think of thoughts that lead back to one person, just one person who had the power to rip him apart and was sadly... the only person that could ever put his broken pieces back together.

That was a sad thought to think, since that person had ran away.... left, gone without a trace. Not so much as a last kiss or last embrace. Nothing but the pink bruises and sore bum in his memory.

He wanted to step on it, throw it - he never wanted to see another rose again, but he didn't do any of that because Harry was weak. He was sad, he was alone and he was broken, and he knew that later that flower would be the only thing that served as a good memory of Louis Tomlinson.

He took light steps up to the porch to his house, sniffling and cringing when bringing the rose into his long calloused fingers. He spun into his fingertips, letting his precious tears fall into the petals and heaving a large sigh.

He pushed open the door, squeezing his eyes shut once he realized his mother was home. Usually he would be thrilled to see her, and see that she's okay but right now, she was the last person he wanted to talk to.

He heaved a large sigh before reluctantly pushing the door open, and slowly stepped into the living space.

"Hey, I'm glad you're home." His mother said from the velvet couch, her arms crossed over her chest and her right leg on top her left . Her lips were pressed in a straight line as she eyed the boy.

"Hi." Harry said, keeping his face low as he sniffled quietly to himself. He turned, heading towards the stairs. He didn't even spare her a glance, he couldn't without fearing he'd break into tears again.

"Oh no you don't. Come here." She stood on her large heels, eyeing the boy incredulously. Her tone was thick, harsh even as Harry stopped in his tracks, breathing and wiping his face. Her green eyes were squinted as she waited for him to face her.