"Louis, please talk to me." Liam begs as Louis gets things from his locker, trying his best to block Liam out of his mind.
Louis tries to walk away but Liam grabs his wrist and pulls Louis towards him.
"Let me go." Louis hisses, eyes turning a dark blue, anxiety building up in his chest.
"Not until you listen to me." Liam says, pressing Louis against the locker, brown eyes looking into blue ones.
"Okay," Louis murmurs, lips pressed together.
"I just have one request." Liam says, but before Louis could respond Liam pressed his lips to Louis's, making the boy press against his chest, fighting to push him off.
"Jesus Christ Louis." Liam yells, "Just take it! I don't deserve this. You are supposed to be in love with me!"
A crowd of people were watching now, curious eyes following every word that was said.
"Liam-" Louis's voice broke, "I'm sorry."
"No you aren't!" Liam shouts, "He will get what he wants and throw you away!"
"Stop."
"No Louis, you need to hear this." He says, eyes blown with rage, "You think you can change him?" Liam asks, "You think this is going to be a cliche story where the good boy saves the bad boy?"
Louis starts to cry and shakes his head, "No- He wouldn't hurt me."
"Stop lying to yourself! Harry is going to leave you like your family did! I would-"
Louis swears he blacks out when he slaps Liam across his face, little body shaking as he lets his tears fall.
Liam chuckles, shaking his head, "Go home and talk to your dead Mum about it, yeah? Crazy bitch."
"What the fuck is going on here?" A deep voice booms, pushing through the crowd of people.
Louis looks over at Harry, then rushes away, leaving a furious Harry and a regretful looking Liam.
-
"Louis let me in." Harry says, knocking harshly on Louis's apartment door.
Louis opens the door, eyes watery, a big t-shirt on with some black panties.
Harry looks at him, biting his lip, "If you weren't crying I'd ravish you."
The smaller boy glares, rolling his eyes before turning around and walking to his kitchen and sitting on the counter, watching Harry's movements.
Harry approaches Louis and stands between his legs, hands on his thighs, but his eyes on Louis's face, "Everything Liam said was a lie, Louis, You know I'm not leaving you, right?"
Louis looks away and shakes his head, "Don't give me this bullshit romance talk." Louis snaps, "You will leave just like everyone else did, it's only a matter of time."
Harry's jaw clenches and he shakes his head, "Louis."
"Yes?" Louis mumbles, tears falling down his cheeks.
"What did Liam mean by what he said about your Mum?" Harry asks, rubbing comforting circles into Louis's thighs.
Louis's eyes shift to a picture of him and his mother a few days before she passed away, his heart feeling heavy.
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Harry shifts his gaze to the picture, following Louis's eyes, a frown forms. "She looks like she is lovely." Harry says, turning back to look at Louis, who has his head in his hands, elbows on his thighs.
"Louis."
"Please leave."
"No."
Louis looks up at him and just sniffles, "I have to go work, we will talk about it another time, okay?"
"Okay baby." Harry says quietly, pressing a kiss to Louis's feathery hair.
They aren't dating, but they do everything a couple would do.
-
Harry waits about ten minutes after Louis leaves before he starts to snoop, going into every nook and cranny of the apartment, looking for some clues as to why Louis is so secretive.
He comes across a box in the very back of his closet, its cardboard and has 'extras' written on it.Harry comes to find its a lot more than that. He pulls out pictures, on them there are pictures of Louis with some younger girls, all of them fighting their way to sit on his lap, Louis's grin big as he watches fondly. Next Harry finds more pictures of the girls individually, yearbook photos. They all looked so much like Louis and his mother, he knew right off the bat it was his sisters.
He sets the photos aside the photos and pulls out a newspaper, his heart breaking at the sight.
PLANE CRASHES: ALL PASSENGERS DEAD
No bodies found: Plane explodes, destroying everyone and everything on board.
-
Harry isn't sure what comes across him as he drives towards the graveyard, he had to see for himself. His chest aching with the though of ever having to go through anything like that.
Harry pulls into a parking space and gets out of his car, breath slow as he begins walking.
It doesn't take him very long to see all of the names.
Johannah Tomlinson
Mark Tomlinson
Charlotte Tomlinson
Félicité Tomlinson
Phoebe Tomlinson
Daisy Tomlinson
Harry approaches them hesitantly, pain in his chest, he wants to hold Louis, tell him its okay.
"She was pregnant with twins." A voice erupts, but Harry doesn't flinch, he continues staring at the tombs, "My Mum was."
"That's my Dad." Louis says, point to one that says 'Troy Austin' but its farther away, his death date years before the death of the rest of his family.
"What happened to him?" Harry asks, finally turning to Louis, who had a rake in his hand.
"Suicide." He says, beginning to rake some more.
"You work here?"
"Mhm."
Harry blinks at him, sighing, "Why Louis? This is torturing yourself."
Louis shakes his head, "This is the only place I don't feel alone, I'm with my family."
Harry's mouth gapes and he feels a tear fall down his cheek. Harry never cries, but Louis saying that, there's no way you couldn't cry, seeing the small boy rake the leaves off of his sisters graves. Harry just watched him. His eyes never leaving Louis.
-
"I could've walked home." Louis says, looking over at Harry, who reaches over and take's Louis's hand in his.
"And leave you alone? No Louis." He says softly, "I won't ever leave you. I'm staying at yours tonight, if that's okay?"
Louis blushes and nods, "Okay."
"Whatever happened to that cat of yours?" Harry asks, trying to brighten the mood.
"He got ran over." Louis mutters, looking down at his lap.
Harry curses under his breath, "Shit, Louis, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, He's with my family now."
Harry isn't counting his tears anymore.
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A/N: Again, when I first wrote the story it was before Jay passed away. I was very, very saddened by it.
