When Harry got back, Louis was sitting on the bed, holding something in his hands. Harry sensed something was wrong, a change in Louis soul alerting him. He steps forwards and lays a hand on the humans shoulder.
Louis jumps quickly wiping his eyes and poking the object back into the box, closing the lid before Harry could see.
"Are you alright?" Harry asks, frowning deeply and Louis nods, but Harry sits on the bed and lifts his chin, making Louis look at him.
"Are you sure?" He asks and Louis slumps
"'m just remembering," he says as Harry releases him
"What?" Harry asks gently and Louis sighs before reopening the box
"My mother," he says, gently extracting a couple of pictures from the box and handing them to Harry.
Harry looked down to them quizzically, fingers careful not to damage the old photograph, or the new one.
The first was of Louis and a beautiful woman in a wedding dress. His lips were to his cheek and she held a huge bouquet of purple roses, a matching sitting in the pocket of Louis navy blue suit. Both looked incredibly happy, and Harry smiled down at the paper.
The second was of the same woman, although much younger, crouching, a correspondingly younger Louis at maybe 2 years sitting on her lap in front of a Christmas tree. It was a Polaroid and little Louis was wearing what looked to be a brand new green coat.
The third was ahead in Louis childhood, this time showcasing him at about 5 years old, again sitting in his mother's lap as she crouched against a wall. He wearing what harry expected to be sports attire, white shirt, red pants, sneakers. His little hand raised in a wave, captured in time.
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