Catch Me If You Can (Sequel to To Find You)

I Need to Love

But now I have finally seen the end. And I'm not expecting you to care. But I have finally seen the light. I have finally realized. I need to love. I need to love. Come to me. Just in a dream. Come on, and rescue me. Yes I know, I can be wrong. Maybe I'm just too headstrong. Our love is madness.

                                                                                                                                          Madness: Muse

"Walks." Harry said excitedly after storming into his best friend's room, therefore waking him up from his slumber. The older one flinched and turned over onto  his back before sitting up, sheets falling from his torso."Excuse me?"

"Walks, walks. I can't believe I hadn't thought about it before." Harry ran his fingers through his slightly quiffed fringe while pacing back and forth along length of the room. He had a maniac smile on his face and he kept spastically laughing.

It was starting to freak Louis out.

"What the bloody hell are you on about?" the older yawned. He brushed his hair off of his face and reached over to his nightstand, picking up his glasses. After sliding them on his narrowed his eyes. " You look like shit., mate."

"Walks, we're going to go on another one today."

"It's eight o'clock in the morning. Calm down tiger," Louis chuckled nervously. "You'll wake the others." Both families were going to be there for the rest of the day and the next and then they would both go home together, just like old times. "She actually went outside? Wow that's a first."

"Louis, she talked to me like actually talked to me about her past." Harry raised his arms above his head and stretched, creepy grin  still plastered on his face except  now accompanied with bloodshot eyes. " Did you sleep at all?" Louis asked concerned. "Mate, you're starting to freak me out. Harry, I still don't know what you're talking about. What about walks?"

Harry looked over at him with one of the most joyful expressions he had seen on his face in a very long time. But along with this expression was one of complete and utter love and passion and then he knew exactly what he was talking about. "Oh my God-"

"They help."

***

"Yes, I'm positive," Harry convinced to his mother. "We went on one yesterday and it was like she was a completely new person and was fine.  You didn't know her when she was okay. She got that look back in her eyes yesterday, mum. God, I just," and then he started crying. 

They were sitting at the kitchen table next to each other, Harry clasping his mother's fragile hands. Everyone was still asleep, Harry had always been an early riser. Louis went back to sleep but for once in a long time, with a smile on his face. 

"Harry, baby, why are you crying?" his mother asked concerned. "What about Olivia?" she released her grip of his hands and rubbed his back with one of them.

"I'm just so happy and relieved.  I might have just accidentally found a solution for this and-" Harry sighed but his mother interrupted him.

"H, darling. I don't want you to get your hopes up too high alright? That experience may have been just a one time thing," Anne reasoned.

"Just...please let me get my hopes up. It doesn't happen very often anymore." he sighed but a soft smile was still on his face. "God, what if I fixed her, mum? What if I did that? I couldn't even imagine what that would be like."