Postcards (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

I give myself away

I give myself away

So you can use me

I give myself away

I give myself away

So you can use me...

Harry sang with a soft smile as he strummed the notes on his guitar. He loved to sing and that was one of, if not, his absolute favorites to sing. He always felt so moved afterwards. Harry smiled shyly at the round of applause that erupted throughout the rather large church, always being a shy boy. He looked around the room, a smile on his face when he saw Jay sitting with Anne in the front row. Harry felt confused however when he saw who was sitting beside her. Who was that? His arms were covered in tattoos and he had at least three piercings that he could see. The boy was wearing a rather offensive shirt to be in a church and Harry couldn't help but mutter a silent prayer for the boy. 

"I'll use you out back for five pounds!" The boy called out with a smirk, his tattooed arms crossed as he slouched back against the cushioned bench. Nearly everyone in the church gasped at the boy's vulgar words, mumbling softly along themselves. Jay's eyes widened when she heard her sons' words, elbowing him roughly in the side. "Stop it!" She whispered harshly, leaning over to whisper her apologies to Anne. 

Harry's eyes were wide at the boy's words, his mouth gaping like a fish before he stood up. He cleared his throat and plastered a smile on his lips as he made his way off the stage to sit with his father. Was the boy mentally sane? Did he forget where he was? He must have been dropped on his head when he was a baby. Being gay was the ultimate sin that you couldn't get forgiveness for! The boy was implying such behavior and it was ludicrous! 

Robin pursed his lips together tightly as he stood up, holding his bible to his chest. "Sorry for the interruption everyone. Let us bow our heads and pray for the lost one." He ordered everyone in the church, bowing his own head. There were soft murmurs echoing throughout the church, definite signs that majority of the church were indeed praying for the boy. 

Louis rolled his eyes, looking around at the people incredulously. It was ridiculous at just how much everyone bought into this shit. Louis honestly hated these kinds of people. Everybody does wrong in their lives. These people were not born saints. Some of them had children out of wedlock, some have been divorced. Isn't that a big no in the bible as well? He just did not understand why they pick on people like him. These kind of people are all just a bunch of hypocrites that Louis can't stand. Louis looked around the room, raising an eyebrow when he saw the curly haired boy looking at him as if he was the Elephant Man or something. He rolled his eyes and flipped him off as he closed his eyes, tossing his head back. 

Harry swallowed thickly as he watched the boy, shaking his head in sympathy. He worried for the young boy. He was on a destructive path straight to hell. There was no changing that unless the boy got help and fast. Ultimately as a Christian, that was his godly duty. To help those who can't help themselves. It wouldn't be morally right to sit back and watch someone seal their enteral fate. Harry frowned when the boy simply flipped him off, bowing his head and praying even harder. It would seemingly take a lot to help this boy. 

"Amen." Robin said softly. "Thank you all for coming and may God bless each and everyone of you. If you have any questions or wish to speak to me directly, I will be waiting in my office." He informed, bringing the service to a close. Everyone in the church rose and was hugging each other goodbye. 

Louis stood up, stretching out his back. "Well, that was the most boring thing I have ever witnessed in my life. May I go home now mother?" He asked, reaching into his back pocket for his case of cigarettes and lighter. Jay gasped and smacked at his arm, her eyes narrowed at him. "Put that away! You are in a church Louis, now." She said sternly. Louis scoffed and pulled a cigarette out, putting his case away. "You're such an uptight bitch, just chill out." He muttered, grabbing his lighter. 

"Do you not have any sort of respect for your mother? How dare you speak to her in such terms." Anne said incredulously, shaking her head furiously. "That's just disrespectful in the highest degree." She said with a sad smile. Harry frowned as he looked to his mother before nodding in agreement. "You ought to treat her like she's a queen. She's your mum, love her for christ sake before you can't." He whispered. 

Louis scoffed, looking at the two of them. "Just who the actual fuck do you think you are talking to me like that? You don't know a damn thing about me or my family." He scoffed, looking at Harry. "Although I have to admit, I do feel sorry for you kid. They're filling you with all these lies, you're practically living inside a glass box." 

Harry frowned as he looked over at Louis, standing beside his mother. "My family has given me nothing but absolute truth. I love my life and I love everything that I stand for. God is always around me and it is a shame that someone like you walk around so smug. Like the world owes you something. You should be ashamed and I wish I could help out a lost soul like yourself." 

Louis raised an eyebrow at the bloke, clearly not expecting him to go off on him like that. "Look at the little bitch. Can speak up for himself." He sneered, shoving him roughly. "You ought to really read more into that book you fucking praise you fucking hypocrite." Louis snapped, his jaw clenched as he moved closer to him. "You walk around like you're on a gold stool. You think you are so fucking grand just because what? Because of this? Because you go here and worship something that doesn't even exist." 

Harry gasped at all his words, his eyes wide as he stumbled back, listening to the boy closely. His eyes filled with tears because he was honestly so scared for him. Harry was always taught that there was hope for everyone, but god. This boy was really trying him. "I will keep you in my prayers tonight." Harry whispered softly, reaching up and wiping at his eyes. 

"Don't even fucking bother." Louis scoffed, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his cigarette, letting it hang loosely from his lips. "I don't need anybody but my fucking self. You can take the cross and shove it so far up your ass!" He shouted, his jaw clenched as he lit the cigarette, making his way out of the church. 

Harry's bottom lip wavered as he held his shoulder, watching the boy sadly. "M-M-Mum....he's so lost." He whispered, trying not to get too upset but it was hard. All he wanted to do was help Louis but he couldn't if Louis didn't want to get help himself. "I just wanna help him.." Harry cried softly, hanging his head down in shame. 

Anne's eyes softened and she rushed to his side, hugging her son gently. "Oh baby...oh my sweet, sweet boy." She whispered, kissing the top of his head. "Some people are just too far gone to help. We have to learn that not everyone can be saved. But as a good, Christian boy, you have done all that you can do." Anne said assuringly. 

Harry wiped at his eyes before he shook his head. "No. As a Christian, I know that God would want me to help any one that really needs help. Louis...Louis really needs someone to be a compass to point him in the right direction." He whispered, slowly making his way over to Jay and taking her hand into his own. "Is he your son?" 

Jay looked over at Harry defeatedly and nodded slowly as she held his hand securely. "I know he doesn't act good, but he has a good heart, I promise you he does." She whispered, looking at him. 

Harry smiled weakly and nodded. "I know that. Even the worst of the worst have good in their hearts. Just...Just tell me what I can do to help..."