chances | larry stylinson

5. the what?

AN: I promise I'll have Louis' POV in soon, plus this chapter is really short, sorry.

harry's pov

"Harry, you're back!" My mother said in a fake, happy tone. My parents sat next to each other, side by side, there was a cup of tea sitting on the table for me. I joined them along with Gemma.

"Now, son, we love you very much," my dad started. "So what's going to happen to our family isn't going to change that," he said, then I felt my heart drop into my stomach, my throat became dry and my eyes started watering.

"It's just not working out anymore, for me and your father. We tried, I promise that we tried so hard to repair things, but it's just not working out anymore, and it's clear no trip to the beach can change that," my mother said. Gemma sat there, holding my hand and crying. I remained collected for a minute, trying to gather my thoughts. It wasn't as if I hadn't seen it coming but now the relativity of it all was feeling like a kick to the face.

"Okay," I croaked. "Can I go back to Louis;?" I begged, not wanting to be in any close distance to my family. I just wanted to be as far away from them as possible.

They weren't in any position to argue, so as soon as my mother nodded, I hopped into the golf cart and drove to Louis'. I knocked on the door to see Liam, standing there in his boxers.

"Harry! Can I help you?" He asked.

"Where's Louis?"

"He's out getting us food and other stuff, are you okay, pal?"

"Not really."

Liam invited me inside and sat me on the couch, Niall was also there comforting me. They handed me a cup of tea and a box of tissues. They're practically strangers to me, but they're good people and I appreciate what they did for me while Louis was out in town.

"What happened?" Niall asked, as I started crying.

"M-my parents...they're getting a divorce," I sobbed into my hands. Liam put an arm around me, and started rocking me back and forth.

"It's not the end of the world," Liam spoke softly, "you mentioned that they fought a lot, now all of that is over," Liam said, trying to make the situation seem better than what it really was.

"Yeah, it isn't so bad," Niall added, "you don't have to constantly distract yourself away from them or listen to their yelling anymore. The situation's at peace now it seems, were they yelling at each other or putting blame when they told you about the divorce?" Niall asked.

"N-no," I replied, my voice shaky.

"That's good, it means the fight's over," Liam said.

Louis walked through the door with shopping bags in hands, as soon as he made eye contact with me, he dropped everything and made his way over to me.

"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" Louis asked.

"My parents are breaking up," I answered. "It's over."

Liam and Niall left, leaving the two of us with some privacy.

"Are you okay?"

"I was upset, but you have really good friends, they're so nice," I replied. "Very comforting, but I'm okay now."

"That's good to know, you're always welcome to stay here," Louis said. "I was just about to make dinner for the guys, I'm full off of Chinese food," he chuckled.

"Oi, Lou, did you get the weed?" Liam called.

"The what?" I asked.