Comfortable Homosexual || Larry Stylinson || #WATTYS2016

6.0

A continuation of the last chapter.

P.s., some of the medical terms here are made up for the story, so yeah.

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"Babe, you didn't have to." Harry speaks as he placed a hand over his mouth and looked at the sight before him.

"I wanted to. I made your favorite." Louis speaks as he pulls two pieces of cake out of the basket.

"Louis, I know you can't cook for shit, so where did you get it?"

"Okay first off, offensive. I felt that deep down in my soul, and two, I did bake this myself." Louis speaks "With a little help from my mom." He mumbles.

"I'm sorry what's that?" He asks.

"My mum helped me bake it." Louis mumbles once again.

"Your mom helped you bake this?"

"Well not technically my mom, but my step mother helped me."

"Oh. How's you're mom? Johanna? Is she okay?" Harry asks.

Louis feels his body tense up at the name Johanna, but he does nothing about it. He doesn't respond and he looks over at Harry to see him looking curiously at the smaller lad, making him shrink into himself, wrapping his arms around himself and placing his head on his knees. His mom is a sore subject and it really affects him when its brought up.

"You okay?" Harry asks. "Was it something I said?"

"No." Louis whispers as he looks over at the water and seeing how all the little ducklings follow their mother, and she makes sure they are all there.

He looks to his left and sees a mother and her child at the swing set, the mother pushing her child and the child laughing while chanting 'higher! higher mommy.' He looked to his right seeing a mother, father, and child walking down the sidewalk with a dog and a baby stroller looking like the perfect family. When the child falls and his mother sees it, she lifts him up -tears and all- and sits on the bench nearby and looks at his scraped knee, kissing it better before cleaning it up and placing a bandaid on it.

Louis felt the tears spring into his eyes, making him wipe them away furiously when they fell. His mother never did anything like that for him. She never played games with him, or pushed him on a swing, or made his scraped knee feel better. If he fell it was because of her, she pushed him and then would never help him up to see if he was okay.

"Lou?" Harry's voice called sounding far away.

Louis took quick and small breaths making them come out in puffs, as he began to have a panic attack. There was no explanation about how it started, but when it happened Harry almost had one himself trying to get Louis under control. Louis vision was slowly blinking with black spots, making it harder to see. He felt himself slowly falling and it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

"Louis? Baby, look at me." Harry spoke as he placed Louis head in his lap and tried to get Louis attention, but Louis couldnt hear him.

"Louis baby please don't do this. I don't know what to do, I need you to get better so you can help me. I gotta help you first though, and I don't know how to do that." Harry cries as he runs his fingers through Louis hair trying to keep him awake.

Louis keeps picturing happy families with a nice mother that would help you with your homework, and make sure you did your chores, and took you out to play at the park. His mother never did that for him, and it's driving him insane. He wanted a mother like that. He wanted a mother that cares. He would kill to have a mother that would make sure that all of the monsters were out of your room before you went to bed, made sure you were not hurt or sick, didn't let you get bullied by people for being different. Instead of protecting you from the bully....

she was the bully.

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"Harry?" Louis groggily asked.

"Babe?" Harry responds back softly as he holds his hand.

"Hospital?" Louis asks.

"Yes. I thought I was gonna loose you back there. What happened?" Harry asked as he placed a kiss to the back of Louis hand.

"I don't know."

"Really Louis? Don't shut me out now. I almost lost you. You stopped breathing twice on the way here, now is not the time to shut me out." Harry speaks as he gets as close as possible to Louis.

"It was the park, the moms, the families, the- everything!" Louis says getting himself worked up.

"Louis, calm down. Now explain to me what happened."

"It was seeing all of these happy families. They were so happy, and the parents always made sure that their child was okay. Always checked on their child when they had and injury. Always smiled when their child accomplished something new. Had a smile on their face when their child made a new friend at the park." Louis stops, feeling the tears fall down his cheeks making him wipe them away aggressively. "The child would, fall and scrape his knee, causing his mother to stop, gasp, and lift him up onto her hip before finding a nearby bench to sit on and looking at it. Taking out the emergency first aid kit, and fixing his scraped knee, ending it all with a kiss."

"Oh Lou."

"I never had that, and what I would do to get that. What I would do, to have my mother care about me as her child whether I am gay or not would make me the happiest man alive. I would love for my mother to have attended my shows in elementary, middle, and highschool. I would love to see the way her eyes would sparkle when she saw how much fun I was having on stage. But she never cared." Louis spoke as he looked over at the wall, never letting his eyes move from there.

The doctor came in an hour later, Louis not moving from his position with Harrys hand in his, his eyes on the wall in front of him, and his knees to his chest with his unoccupied arm around them. The doctor looked at Louis with a sad frown on his face, taking out his pen and jotting down some things, making Harry nervous.

"How long has he been like this?" The doctor asks.

"About an hour." Harry speaks.

"Well I have my final opinion on Louis after doing some tests on him."

Harry looks at him and nods, waiting for his final words to come out of his mouth.

"Louis has a rare case of depressional shock."

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