Puppy Dog Eyes

Another Call

We laid there in our own little habitat; being lazy as ever.

Curly was laying down on my lap with my back to Louis' chest.

On the outside, everything looked perfect.

But inside, where my heart and soul rested in non-harmony, I was... I was confused. Dumbfounded.

I looked up at Louis to find him laughing at something at the tv.

He looked so happy.

I glanced down at the my ring and looked back at him.

But he lies.

I know he did. And yet ---

I loved him. With every glass part that I thought may have shattered and had been lost.

I admit it.

I love Louis Tomlinson.

But I just hope that whatever this lie --this piece of him-- doesn't break me.

Later that evening, Louis told me: "Call your mom."

He handed me the phone and I just completely froze.

"What's wrong baby?"

What will I tell my mom. "Hi mom, I still miss and love you but I also love my captor. Bye."

I was such an idiot-- a weakling in the hands of love.

"Harry are you alright? Do you not want-"

I smile and rapidly say, "Yeah, d-don't worry. Can I talk to her privately if you don't-"

"No problem," and with that, he left.

He left me alone with the phone. I bet he knows how much of a goner I am for him to not leave him.

Pathetically in amour.

The ring dialed and my mom answered: "Hello?"

"Hi mom, it- it's me," I smile nervously.
I didn't want to seem too scared because I wasn't. My mom was main part of the family and one of my best friends.

"Who's this?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. But my mind raced.

"Harry, mom, m-me?" I gestured to myself as if she could see me.

"W-who again?" She stuttered weakly. Was she serious?

Did she... forget me?

I started with a few tears and an irrational tone of voice: "Harry Styles. Your son. Your son! I'm your son!"

It's been a few months.

And I was already forgotten.

I started screaming into the phone. "Your son! Your fucking son! You told me you would never forget me!" And at that, she hanged up as if I was some machine.

I threw the phone onto the ground and Louis came rushing to me holding me from exploding.

He whispered in my ear: "You're okay. We'll- He held me but I yelled. I scared Curly, who jumped off the couch.

"This is not okay, Louis! S-She forgot her own son! It's not r-right!" I began crying now, so heavily in fact. I still loved her although she didn't even remember me.

"You're right it's not okay, but Harry. It's weird; your mom wouldn't forget you like that. I-I'll look into it alright?" He held my face and looked into my eyes. "Alright?"

I sniffled and nodded.

He smiled.

"Alright."