Call It What You Want

Chapter six

(Warning: mention of death)

(Louis Pov)

It's been two weeks since the attack and now I've been staying here for over a month. Harry is... well he's Harry. There's not much more you can describe him as than himself. He's become more clingy, always around me, always talking to me, always grabbing my arm or trying to hold my hand. It's a lot.

I feel overwhelmed and like they should have assigned a straight man to this gorgeous human. Well... Harry would certainly turn him gay. It's just been a lot to say the least.

"Do you know how to skateboard?" Harry asked after he fell off the board seven times trying to skate down the hallway.

"Yes, I used to a lot as a teen." I reply, he rolls the board towards me and I stop it with my foot before standing on it and kicking off skating down the hallway and turning and skating back.

The only problem was whenever Anne's assistant Claire stepped into the hallway. I collided with her, knocking her over and falling off the board.

"Oh shit." Harry said, running to us and helping me up.

"I'm sorry." I said to Claire, she just smiled through the pain mumbling 'it's okay' three times. I don't think it's okay.

"Mrs. Styles wishes to see you in her office." She's says.
"Okay, one minute." Harry sighs.

"Not you." Claire says to Harry and then turns to look at me.

"Me? Alright then." I say, standing up and following her, Harry a step or two behind me.

"Why does she want to see you?"

"I've got no idea."

We reach the door, Claire and Harry waiting outside as I walk in.

"There you are Tom. Your agency called, said they had a message from your family." Anne smiled, looking up at me.

And shit. Shit. My family only knows to contact me through the agency if it's an emergency. "Oh, okay thank you." I say, grabbing the phone from her hand and holding it up to my ear, sitting down at the table.
"Hello?"

"Hello Agent 28, we are redirecting your call now to your family." I wait as they play fucking elevator music, soon it stops.

"Mum?"

"No, it's me, Lottie."

My heart stops. Why the hell is my fourteen year old sister calling me?

"Lottie what's wrong." I ask hastily.

"It's mum Lou. She didn't want to tell you last time she called but she was diagnosed with cancer. It got so bad Lou. She was doing so bad. She... she was in the hospital for all of last week, but she... she didn't make it through the night." She says, her voice shaking and cutting off towards the end as muffled crying was heard through the phone.

My face goes pale as I shake my head, tears brimming in my eyes. I haven't cried in years. My mum is gone.
"No. No, no, no, Lottie. No. She can't be... she can't be gone. Please tell me..." I was cut off by a small sob leaving me a tear falling down my face. I look up at where Anne is still sitting, working on paperwork across the room oblivious. I try to stop my tears.

"I'm sorry. We should have called you sooner but she didn't want to worry you." Lottie said, sniffling.

"What about you? Are you girls okay?" I ask suddenly.

"We're okay. We're staying at the house right now, Grandma is staying with us. We're okay right now. Fizzy hasn't talked much since this morning. Days and Pheebs just seem numb, not fully understanding but still struggling." She explained.