Raelyn's world is black and white. Shades of gray and dark shadows lurking in her dreams. She only ever sees the color blue. Blue in the eyes of her sick little brother. Blue in her own eyes staring back at her from the mirror. Blue in the sadness o...
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TW: Mentions of past suicide, please proceed with caution.
AN: This chapter is sort of a tribute...the past events/mentions/character is based on a true story...
Louis thinks he deserves some fun. After his girlfriend had surprised him, along with a date which didn't go as well as either of them hoped. The conversation felt forced, awkward. His smile was tight and her eyes kept drifting down to her phone. Which in return, he pulled out his own phone to see any update from Harry on Rae. Nothing. So he assumed that she was over the flu and accepted his lame apology.
He got home later, much early than previous dates (they didn't even kiss goodnight), to an empty sitting room. When he checked Harry's room, Rae was fast asleep under the covers while Harry sat idly at his desk, scrolling through photos on the camera.
A night where he realized, while lying in bed, he no longer feels anything for her his girlfriend. It's strange, in a way where he thought he'd be more sad about, thought his stomach would hurt more and his heart would break. It doesn't. He only feels sad when he can't remember when it started or how it happened, but knows it was a long time coming. Sad and confused in a way that he's not very sad at all. Almost like missing something and he'd forgotten what he's actually missing. That maybe he wasn't really missing it in the first place and tried to feel bad about it. All in all, it wasn't a very good night.
So fun after a bad night was needed. What better way to have fun than baking for the upcoming annual bake sale Hummingbird Hospice does every late November. He grabs the neon blue flyer off the bulletin board and marches right up to Rae the next week, handing it to her as she plays Go Fish with Ronan. She explains they do it every year, and every year she bakes what she can to help out.
Louis conveniently drops the flyer by Harry's jumper that he left on the table in the room. Coincidentally, Harry invites Rae over. Not Louis. Harry does because of that bake sale the Hospice is doing. Harry bakes. Rae bakes. Louis does not bake so why would he invite her over. Just because he knew both Harry and Rae bake, doesn't mean he walked right up to Rae and asked her if she'd be doing it again this year. It's not like Louis knew Harry would be his good-hearted self and extend an invitation. So in no way did Louis actually invite her over; he may have, sort of, possibly, more than likely, initiated it.
Louis is sat on the opposite counter top of their shared kitchen, watching both Rae and Harry fondly. She accidentally pours the flour too fast, puffing up and splaying Harry on his chin. Her laugh is cut short when Harry flicks a bit of the flour in her face. Niall comes out of nowhere, more flour in his cupped hand and smacks it lightly on Harry's cheek. Rae laughs so hard, doubled over the counter wheezing out that he looks like he just made out with a box of powdered doughnuts.
"I thought the flour's suppose to go into the batter." Louis calls from behind them teasingly.
Rae stands up, dipping her hand in the bag, and aims it at Louis, eyebrows raised and challenging. "I do not see you helping, sir. The true sign of a baker is having a little bit of flour on you."
