Stockholm (Larry AU)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

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Louis knocked on the door firmly, wondering why Harry was trying to hide behind him yet trying to make it look completely natural.  

A tired brown eyed haired woman answered the door, her eyes lighting up as soon as she saw the feathered haired boy, clearly recognizing him. But the glowing smile was soon replaced by a confused expression. “Louis Tomlinson...what do you seem to be doing at our house so early in the morning?” She asked motherly.

Louis really didn’t know what to reply; not knowing who he assumed to be Harry’s mother would like him to say. He nudged the hiding boy behind him, who the woman probably didn’t take notice of, encouraging Harry to come out into the open.

Reluctantly he came out from behind Louis, a regretful look on his face, like he wasn’t ready to look his mother in the eyes. He decided to sneak a glance up at the woman who once loved him, only to see her face reddening from anger.

“Harry?!” 

"Hi Mum..." He whispered, his head resting against Louis' shoulder, him trying to bury himself into Louis' warmth. He saw the look his mother gave him, one of fury, probably at the name he used for her. "Anne..." He corrected himself. The lady's face softened a tiny bit, turning to a hint of sorrow but then straight back to anger. 

"What brings you around-" She asks but was quickly and rudely cut off; Harry didn't want her to continue and reveal to Louis the fact that he was kicked out and was never supposed to show his face again. 

"We need a place to stay" Harry said, not raising his voice at all, leading to him having to repeat himself. Anne contemplated the plea he offered, she didn't want Harry back in the house, not after what he had done, it wasn't safe. 

"Him too?" She asked, pointing to Louis, who nodded to respond. Hopeful look filled both their faces, even though Harry knew his mother would never approve of him coming back home, even if just for a day. She took a while before answering which seemed suspicious to the blue eyed boy; shouldn't it be a parent's instinct to help their child in their time of need yet that didn't seem like the situation at the moment. 

Just when Harry was about to pull Louis along, going to tell him that they'll find another place, Anne said, "Yes. You may stay here" sternly. Both boys found some sense of relief in the answer. Both of them lightened up a bit when they saw Anne's face change from anger to motherly, as she invited Louis in, leaving Harry to come in on his own. "Darling, Harry's room is upstairs, last door down the hall. Why don't you rest and get comfortable" She said to Louis, letting him go upstairs in an instant. 

Harry was about to follow, when his wrist was jerked back roughly. The happiness was gone from his mum's face as rage replaced it once again. "What are you doing back here? Didn't your dad and I tell you we don't want you back here? Didn't we tell you we didn't ever want to see your face again? What makes you think you can just come back here?" She shouted in a whisper, trying not to make a scene and have Louis hear.

She had more questions but they were quickly cut off by Louis' loud voice booming through the house, "Harry, can you come please?". Harry bid a quick goodbye to his mom, who wouldn't refuse him going to do whatever Louis asked for because well he was Louis Tomlinson. He rushed up the stairs and down the hall, to see Louis waiting in the open doorway. 

"Why did you call? Is everything okay?" Harry asked, slightly out of breath. Wordlessly, the shorter boy grabbed his big hand, leading him inside his own room and down onto the bed. He went to the door to lock it securely, not wanting others to be present or hear them.