Sad Adidas(Larry AU)*complete*

Chapter 13

I took a deep breath, the bitter Manchester air filling my lungs with despair, or maybe it was the fact that I was about to enter my childhood home. The place that had brought me so much pain when I was younger. I was about to face the one person that I thought I could trust with my life, but im older and wiser and I now know I cant trust anyone, not even myself.

I took one more breath reassuring myself that this wasn't going to last forever. That was the only way to get me here. I had to continuously lie to myself and say things would get better. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself. I brought my shaking hand up to the door, pausing for a few seconds before letting my heart take over. I picked up my suit case, I had thoughts of just running away but by the time I genuinely thought I could make a run for it the door opened.

My words got hitched in my thoat. My knuckles acked form gripping onto the suit case so tight. She didn't look as bad as I thought she would. She wasn't a crying mess, she didn't have bags under her eyes like I did, she looked fine. I could feel rage building up inside of me. Not only does she look completely fine, she hasn't even said a word to me. She just stares at me with those dead eyes, the only eyes ive seen since I left.

"Please come in baby."

I walked in slowly taking in my surroundings. Everything looked exactly the same as it had months ago. She was never a big fan of change, which would make sense seeing how we're in this situation. I sat my bag down next to me and took a seat on the single sofa chair. It was a puke green color just like about everything else in this room.

I heard her close the door but I kept my vision focused on the coffee table in front of me. There were magazines thrown messily on it, and surprisingly they seemed to be recent.

"How are you darling." She tried to make conversation. The air was so thick between us I could feel myself suffocating/ i could suffocate in it.

"I'm fine." A few more moments of silence later she spoke up again.

"Ok baby i-" I cut her off before she could continue with that thought.

"My names Louis." I hadn't gotten a clear look at her since I sat down. I continued to glare at the table in front of me.

"Right I'm sorry, Louis I asked you to come because I've been reading up on you lately." She grabbed a few of the magazines flipping through a few of them. I was staring at her intensely trying to figure out where this was going. She grabbed another one off of the table showing me that one first. She pushed it into my hands.

There I was right on the cover. But not only was it me it was also Harry, the one person I didn't want to think about this whole trip. A small gasp left my mouth. I knew when this was taken. This was from the other night when I had went to Harrys house, the day I ran out. Here we were on the front cover. Harry flipping off the camera and I cuddled up into his side. She handed me magazine after magazine after magazine.

Me getting into harrys car, me leaving harrys car. I shook my head handing her all the magazines back. Although this did bother me I couldn't let it get to me. This couldn't have been why she called me over.

"So" I said shrugging acting like the pictures didn't have an effect on me.

"So" she repeated lowly. "I know you say you're....you know" She trailed off still not being able to say such a simple word.

"Anyways, I know this guy you can go to if your still confused. I also dont think you should keep seeing this Harry guy, it'll only lead to more confusion sweetie." I sat their gobsmacked. It felt like the wind had been knocked right out of me.

"Are you actually fucking with me?" I said as calmly as I could. "You actually still think im confused. You ACTUALLY THINK THIS IS SOMETHING THAT COULD BE FIXED WITH SOME THERAPY" I started raising my voice. I was now standing ready to pick up my bag and march right out of this door.

"Louis please keep your voice down. Your sisters are in the other room." She said just as calmly as she had before.

"What the fuck." I said more to myself than to her. I couldn't be here any longer. I didn't want my sisters to hear this, they may be the only members of my family that don't hate me.

"Im leaving." I picked up my bag taking one last glance at the person that gave birth to me. As I turned my head to walk out the door I saw a glimpse of my sister peeking down the stairs. I knew she had heard me.

"Wait Louis please." She tried to reason with me but I wasn't having any of it.

"Please Louis please." She pleaded once more. I was halfway out the door before she yelled something that got my attention.

"Louis I have cancer." I stooped dead in my track. The grip on my bag loosened and I was stuck. Paralyzed, she could just be saying that to make me stay, but I knew she wasn't. I grabbed a hold of my bag even tighter than befour storming out the house, slamming the door in the process.

I wasn't going to deal with all of this right now. I needed to calm down. I needed a place to let my thoughts collect, even if its just for the night.

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