Not all fans are girls! (Larry stylinson)

Chapter 27

Louis p.o.v

"Harry?" I pushed the wooden door to our bedroom open slowly, in hope harry was there. To my luck he was, sprawled out on the bed and looking as gorgeous as ever. His curls flopped out, coating the white and blue Egyptian-cotton pillow cases.

His hands held a foreign rectangle object at a short distance above his head, his green eyes raking in every detail of the object.

"Babe?" I whispered, kneeling on the edge of the bed looking at the side of Harry's upturned face. I knew he could hear me so I continued anyway. "Harry I'm really sorry, I really am-"

"Have you ever thought that you were just another promise that someone else couldn't keep?" His deep raspy voice cut me off and I frowned.

Not because of the fact that I cut him off, I mean I do it to him all the time so I probably deserved it. But it was his words, it had me baffled. I had no clue about what he meant or what I should say in response, so I just sat there and ran my fingers through his curls that were on in pillow beside me.

"When I was seven my Dad walked me to school one morning." I didn't say anything, I just sat there an let harry speak, it was the least I could do. "He was oddly quiet as I could remember but never the less, he still held my hand like he normally would, but he was always taking these sneaky glances at me, not think I would notice. I just kept chatting away as usual about the soccer game that was coming up on the weekend." His eyes didn't leave the object once to take a short glimpse at me, they strained on the same spot.

We reached the entrance of the school and he knelt down to my eye level and held onto my hands while staring deep into my eyes.

"Son, I love you you know that right?" I nodded me head, continuing to look into dad's eyes.

"Look after Gemma and mumma for me harry-" I opened my mouth to speak but got dad's finger pushed against my lips silencing me.

"Your a strong boy...caring, and I promise, even if it's the last thing I do, that I will come home one day" without another word his large arms pulled me in tight against his chest, the familiar warmth and sense of security flooded through me.

"I promise little man, I love you" without another word he stood up and walked away, leaving me stand in the schools entrance staring at the back of my fathers figure disappearing further and further into the distance.

"He never came back. I mean sure we got the financial support from him while we were living with mum. But almost every day I spent replaying that scene in my head as a kid and every time someone knocked on our front door, I would be the first there to open it and expected to see my father on our doorstep. He never kept his promise" harry sighed and tossed the object beside him and turned so that his saddened green eyes bored into mine.

My heart clenched at his words; his father left his family and never returned. "I'm sorry baby" my arms wrapped tight around him, pulling him impossibly close.

"It's okay" he shrugged, I let go but still held his hand in mine, stroking softly over his knuckles.

"No it's not, and don't you ever fell or think for that matter that you were what you said" to be honest, it pained me to see that harry thought that of himself. He is the most caring and sweet boy anyone would be lucky to know.

Harry's eyebrows creased in confusion "What did i say?"

"About being a promise that someone couldn't keep. Don't ever think that of yourself baby" I bought his hand up to my lips, placing a soft kiss on the back.

My eyes wandered down to the object that was lying helplessly on the bed. Picking it up, my eyes grazed over it.

"Is this your father?" He nodded as my eyes continued to scan the photograph. Harry looked about six or seven, he was perched up on a middle aged mans lap....his father, with his mum next to the two nesting Gemma on her knee. They were all smiling brightly, true genuine smiles and the Christmas tree sit in the background, many colourful declarations hanging off it's synthetic branches.