Masks Off Identities Out

Chapter Thirteen

Day 21

-This chapter is mostly about Harry's past.-

    It was morning time and Louis woke up in his own bunk. He rubbed the gunk out of his eyes before climbing off the ladder and walking into the bathroom to take a piss. Once he was done he washed his hands, washed his face and brushed his teeth. He unlocked the bathroom and opened the door to a pissed off Zayn. "Hey mate, what's up?" Louis played it off and walked passed Zayn. "Harry's in the hall something about a talk." 

   "What do you need Haz?" Harry slowly turned around and smiled at Louis. "Hey babe." He gave Louis a kiss and they walked into Harry's room hand in hand. "thank god it's Saturday." Harry pulled Louis onto his lap and they watched a bit of TV when Louis saw something poking out from under Harry's pillow. When Harry went to the bathroom after a few mintues of Louis spotting the object from under the pillow Louis slowly got up and took the object. It was a family portrait. A little boy with curly hair, jade eyes, dimples as deep as any crater. Next to him was an older girl, black hair, same dimples and more of hazel green eyes. Then there were two adults who Louis assumed were Harry's parents. "What are you looking at?" Louis didn't even hear Harry leave the bathroom so when Louis put the photo behind his back and looked down in guilt Harry made his way to Louis and took the photo from Louis. 

   "Come on, let's sit." Louis sat next to Harry on the brown couch and looked down at his hands.  

   "I never talk about my family, I lost them when I was 15. It was a tragedy, someone so young didn't deserve it, but it happened. When I was younger I was always close to my sister and my mom. So when I was 15, oh god, it was the most devastating day of my life. For weeks I would stay in my room, I wouldn't eat or sleep or come out, and it was terrible. Back to the story, 3 weeks after my 15th birthday I lost both my sister and my mother in the same day. We were all in the car, my dad, my mom, my sister and I. We were on our way to my Grandma's because she was feeling ill and we needed to spend as much time with her as we could before y'know she passes. Well we visited her and on our way back an 18-wheeler came towards our car, it hit my mom and my sister's side. I was left with a broken leg and a few broken ribs, my dad had suffered from brain trauma, he was left in the hospital and I was left without a mother or sister on my own at 15. When my Dad came back he was a completely different person, but I don't blame him, I was too. He was always mad and he went out drinking a lot, came home drunk many times, he only hit me once but from that day on he promised to stop drinking, then he sent me here. He told me it would be best for me. I met Zayn and Liam on my first day. Niall and Ed came in around the second week of the second term." 

   Harry's head was now on Louis lap and Louis was caressing his curls listening inventively. 

   "So I go to their grave every year on the day they died. That's only 2 months from now. I've never really went into depth with this story. Thank you Louis for sitting here and listening to me, it's nice to get it off my chest." Louis pressed his lips to Harry's as a respond. "You're wonderful Harry." Louis whispered. Harry fell asleep on Louis lap and Louis kept staring at the photo. How did this broken boy, turn into this boy on his lap, this mysterious boy was no longer a mystery to Louis, he had revealed one of the biggest secrets and Louis thought it would be fair to return the favour, only Louis didn't have a deep secret, Harry already knew almost everything about Louis. 

 If there is any confusion about ages, they're all the same age. 

I'm skipping days and months, so don't get all worked up about it. If there are any questions just comment or message me.