Louis POV:
My palms become sweaty and the walls feel like they are closing in on me making this conversation insufferable.
"W-what? What are you talking about mum? I like- I like him as a friend but nothing more. I-I'm not gay." I lie to her face as I awkwardly face the floor and avoid all eye contact with her.
"You have for a while Louis. I know my son." She sighs as she moved my head up to her forcing me to face her.
"How did you know?" I softly ask as I blush glancing at the sleeping beauty on the couch.
"I know you Lou. You use to cry in your room every night after Harry left school. You and him were so close and whenever you would look at him you would stare for a little too long with so much fondness clear in your eyes. And I'm okay with it. Your father on the other hand won't be. He doesn't like gay people son. So you have to ask yourself: Is this love worth fighting for?"
She seriously remarks kneeling down next to Harry as she opens up the bandages I have to her.
I immediately nod but then I stare down at Harry again and my heart drops.
"I would fight for it but I don't know about Harry. I don't think he likes me. He's gay but..."
"But what?" My mother interrupts as she wraps Harry's arms in the bandages.
"Do you know the reason why Harry left my old school mum?" I ask as I feel the tears building up
in my eyes.
"No... Why?" She turns to me as a concerned look crosses her face.
"He told me he was gay and that he liked me. I felt a tug at the heart kind of saying like 'I can't believe he likes me!! I do too!' But then another emotion flew across me. One that spoke to me in dad's voice. 'Homosexuality is wrong!! What are you doing!? You were a mistake! I raised you wrong!' I listened to the second voice and I concealed all of my feelings for Harry. I did the exact opposite of liking him. I 'hated' him. I beat him up on a regular basis. I yelled at him. Called him a fagot. I used things that we did as kids against him. He was beaten up so hard that his parents changed his school and moved away from where Harry could get hurt. I thought I was doing it so dad could be proud of me. I was doing it for dad. Not myself. Harry is such a sweet kid and I hurt him because of his sexuality. I can't forgive myself!" I sob for the second time today as tears fall from my cheek.
My mother looked at me in shock and she stands up to comfort me as I beat myself up again for what I did for Harry.
"You can't redo the past Lou," she whispers putting her comforting arms around me. "But you can plan your future."
She says pointing to Harry as he hugs himself unconscious and unaware of what's going on.
"Wait. I thought you were against homosexuality. What changed?" I asked desperately wanting to know the answer.
She sighed and smiled widely as she looks directly into my eyes.
"When you were in the 8th grade I saw the rose on the counter and the tag on it that read 'To: Harry Love: Lou' and I put the pieces together really quickly. At first I was outraged. Do you remember the nights I wouldn't speak to you an I would never tell you the reason why? That was the reason. But one night not too long after, I looked up one night on Google 'why is my son gay?' and it changed my perspective completely. It lead to videos after documentary after stories of children who are scared of what people will think of them and parents supporting them and the pain that some homosexuals go through. And I'm sorry Louis that I couldn't see that before."
My mother explains as I'm shocked and happy that she shared that. All I could do was nod and say a quiet 'it's okay' as we sit in silence for a few minutes.
