For Louis, Forever Ago || Larry a.u.

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**Author's Note: WOW it's been a long time since I've updated! Sorry, but i've been really busy with schoolwork and actual work... and on top of that, i'm editing stories for some of you! thanks if you send me your story, and i'm sorry if it hasn't come back as quickly as you thought it would :( I should have everything updated and ready to go by next week. don't forget to look at my other stories while you're on here! thank youu

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"Harry Milward Styles, is that you?" Harry's mum shouted as he entered the small cottage.

"Yeah," Harry called back.

He heard a thunder of footsteps rushing towards him and Harry braced himself for the storm that came with them.

"Harry, I've been worried sick!" she cried after wrapping him in her arms. "Where have you been all night? Look at you! You're an absolute mess! You've got stains everywhere and your hair... If this is what happens when you go to parties..."

"N-no, Mum, it w-won't happen again," Harry replied softly as his mum caressed his face in her hands.

"Did you have fun?" She asked once she had calmed down. "Do you want me to make you some tea?"

"No, I'm f-fine," Harry smiled at his mother who was always caring for him. "And y-yeah, I had a spot of f-fun last night, if y-you can't already t-tell."

His mum laughed, "Well, get washed up and start on your chores; maybe we'll go out to eat later," she said before walking back to the main bedroom. "And I expect every single detail out of you from that party, you know I don't know that boy's mum well..." She added before her voice started fading away (or Harry just stopped listening).

Harry looked at the walls of the small house he lived in. The paint on them was chipping away as the years went by. Sure, he and his mum had lived in the house for as long as he can remember, but the house looked like it had been lived in even longer than about 17 years. He led his gaze upward towards the ceiling to see the beams and naked duck work. The house was dark and quiet. Harry always felt - even while they were living there - that the house never looked alive. But he had come up to a conclusion that the house looked dead because his mum spent most of her time in it. And she had never been the same since Harry's dad died.

Harry dropped his gaze and went down the stairs to the basement to take a shower.

As the warm water cascaded over his shoulders, he couldn't help but think about Louis and his beautiful garden. Why didn't he eat this morning? Why did he only tell Harry about the garden?

Harry wanted to learn more about Louis - to grow closer to him, to be a friend to him. As Harry scrubbed the words from his torso and the sticky spots from behind his ears, he thought of Louis and how to be the best friend he could be.

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"But Lou..." Harry groaned. He was looking down at Louis Tomlinson, gripping his hand fiercely as he saw a tear drip from his nose. Louis' skin was yellowish and he was sickly thin.

"Shh..." Louis quieted him, placing a single finger on Harry's slightly parted lips. "It's just the medicine. Just let me sleep..."

The light was bright and intense, like there were two different sources; the sunlight and a powerful fluorescent light you might find in a dentist, or a gymnasium, or a...

"You're not supposed to sleep right now..." Harry said, begging Louis to stay awake. "You've gotta stay with me. Louis you don't know," Harry began to say, but was cut off by the beeping of a machine. The beeps were getting closer together, more urgent, until it turned into a steady hum.