Ghost Whisperer//MARCEL FANFIC **ON HOLD**

The Chronicles of Louis Tomlinson

Hey guys. Louis lost his beautiful mother. The tragic lost has spiraled all over media and I want to dedicated this small Part about Louis. 😔

In this part I'm going to include that Louis' mother passed away because I don't want to write in another character for Louis' mom. That just isn't right....

Johannah was a great mother and wife, and I also want to include her in this part. So bare with me.

Also I want to point out that if they're going to held a funeral for her memory don't try searching where it is or even try going because that is just plain rude. Louis would want his family there only so please respect that.

This is more like a Louis-centric part and I will be talking about the way he thinks, spends time with Marilyn, Harry, Zayn, and his family.

In the order of his highschool years.

Also after this I will be back to writing 'Time Stands Still.'

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Louis' POV

Freshman Year:

It was the beginning of freshman year, I think. When I found out my mother was diagnosed with leukemia and I remember trying so hard to think about a question that was placed on a quiz I was taking. Something in the lines of 'Who said this? "There is victory in death''.' I do remember scoffing and rolling my eyes back at the question. Maybe because I didn't know who exactly said it even after amounts of lectures the teacher has given us still didn't stick with me - or the mere fact that the word death was written in bold letters along with the others. But something didn't click well with me at the moment.

I know the rest of the day that I had ignored everyone - I had no friends. It has been already the third week of the start of my freshman year when I thought of ditching one day and maybe find some excuse to tell my parents once they found out what I've done. Or if they even bother to pick up their phones because my mum was at the hospital getting taken care of. And I wasn't making a big deal about how I wasn't getting enough attention in the house but because I knew my mother was in pain, and I couldn't careless that I wasn't in the center of the universe. I just had one thing in my mind - my mum.

The day carried on with me escaping the school grounds and making my way towards a park near by. There were a few toddlers and parents who swung them on a swing. It wasn't much full and I decided to take a seat on a faded wooden brown bench that had probably been there for ages, because it wasn't in a good shape. Honestly, I just hoped I didn't fall.

The next thing I would hear babies giggling as they were swung high off the ground making their parents smile. It was a nice feeling. I could remember the days when my mother took me to days like these whenever I was sick from school at a young age. Also she would always tell me that 'the best medicine for a coughing lung, was happiness.'

All I ever wanted to say now that even with all these years I've been with her she never had once was wrong. Until the day I heard she was diagnosed with cancer.

'Happiness' to me couldn't cure a coughing lung and it certainly couldn't cure a fucking disease. I stopped believing those words that she once told me and begin to put it aside and tell myself that it was all a myth. Because she wouldn't be in the hospital if she weren't happy and let me tell you: she was always happy.