Pride {l.s.}

61- Snow

The Story So Far:

Niall has a crush on Cheyenne. Zayn and Liam are dating and growing strong. Louis has come out of the closet. Harry's body is attacking his thyroid. Harry and Louis are at Harry's childhood home for Christmas Day and a small vacation with Anne and Gemma. Louis is still not on speaking terms with his family.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

It's more difficult to hold Harry's hand when we're both wearing gloves. I learn this quite quickly once he decides to go on a walk on the local trail. The sun is high in the sky and I can see the glare of it off the pure white snow. Nature has barely touched the new snow. It rests on the branches of the tall trees, and I begin to wonder why I never came up north earlier to see snow.

"It's not always this pretty," Harry says randomly as if he is reading my thoughts. "During the spring as the snow melts, it becomes like a mix of mud and snow. It's gross, but it's worth it if we have days like this."

"You're lucky to have grown up here," I reply. "It's beautiful."

I look over at Harry and am happy to find he's not looking at me. I can appreciate him for a second without him making fun of me. The cold has turned his nose and cheeks a bit red as if he is blushing at something I said. There's still some snow in his hair from when he jumped and hit a tree branch; the snow came tumbling down on him, and he was left laughing and covered in snow. The white surrounding us makes him look like an angel.

Harry looks over at me, and I instinctively look away. I let out a shaky breath and know that I have something to tell him. The thought has been bouncing in my head for awhile, and now is as good a time as ever to tell him.

"You're oddly quiet," Harry mentions, and I know that this is it. I have to bring it up.

"So, therapy is going good..."

"That's great to hear, Boo Bear," Harry replies with sincere happiness. He notices the lack of a smile on my face. "What's wrong with that?"

"I've been talking with my therapist Paul, and we agreed that I never got closure," I explain. "I left for college, and everything was just slowly cut off. The last thing I heard from her was from a voicemail she left me on my birthday."

"She contacted you two days ago? When were you going to tell me?" Harry asks with surprise laced in his words. "We're in this together, Lou. We tell each other these things I thought."

"I know, I know. I just... I didn't tell you because then we would need to have this conversation, and I wasn't ready for that. Now, I am."

"What did she say in the voicemail?"

"She's left voicemails before, and they were all the same. She kept saying how she was going to fix me," I tell Harry, and I see his jaw clench in anger. "She was still fixated on this all not being the real me."

"But it is the real you-" Harry tries to explain to me angrily, but it's not me that he has to convince anymore.

"I know that, Haz," I reply calmly. I bump his shoulder gently, and he calms down and gives me a small smile.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. Okay, but this last voicemail was different. She didn't mention fixing me. She just said she missed me and that my sisters were asking about me. She was crying, Harry," I explain to him with a lump in my throat. "So I talked to Paul, and we both decided that it would be a good idea to visit them."

"Okay. When are we going?"

"What?"

"Well, I'm coming with you of course. I can't let you go there alone. We don't know exactly what you're walking into, and I'm there as support and backup," Harry says like it's the most obvious thing. "Through fire, water, or whatever, we will find a way through the dark. Together."

"You don't have to," I mutter as I think this through. Do I want him to come with me? I don't know what his reaction will be when he sees how I lived. I don't know what my parents' reactions will be when seeing me; I don't want him to get hurt.

I turn away from Harry and try to walk away, but I feel a tugging on my neck. I look down to see that Harry lassoed me with his scarf around my neck.

"Seriously?" I ask over my shoulder to Harry with a laugh. I turn around and find myself being pulled towards Harry by his scarf. I look up at his green eyes. I can see the brightness and love in them especially when I'm this close to him. I let out a breath and realize that this is the only want to visit my family. "Together?"

"Together," Harry replies. He reassures his promise by pulling me in closer and kissing me. My eyes flutter shut as I allow myself to get temporarily lost in the touch of my boyfriend.

I pull away and look up at him. "I have no idea how this trip will go. It could be great; I could see my sisters for the first time in years. It could be bad; my parents could remind me about their opinion on my lifestyle, and I never get to see anyone again. I love my parents. They were nice to me on a daily basis except for this stuff, but this stuff often dominates all other things in their minds."

"We'll be fine. I'm agree with Paul that you need this. You helped me with my thyroid, Lou. Now it's my turn to help you."

A/N

Picture of the scarf moment is on the side. This is one of Louis's last obstacles to face in this book, and maybe one of his biggest. Do you guys think he needs some closure or at least try to see his sisters again?

xoxo raindropkiss1