mostly ghostly

2004

#2004

Harry stood by the window in Louis' bedroom, listening to the distant chatters of eager children and teens, and the cool, whistling breeze of the fall night.

Usually Harry would be happy to learn that it was Halloween and that nightfall was close by.

But things have changed.

He and Louis have changed and it was all that treacherous woman's fault.

She really has a knack at destroying Harry's life and death.

Since that day when Jay literally dragged Louis to meet with his therapist, Louis changed drastically.

Whatever that was discussed and used as treatment for Louis, turned him quiet and distant.

He no longer was the shy, blushing boy he once was just a year ago.

Harry didn't know what to do once the 31st arrived and he was allowed to be seen and heard from.

He wasn't exactly sure Louis wanted to see him or...if he even remembers him.

As if Jay knew Harry was around them, she and Louis had some agreement to not talk about the therapy session outside of the clinic.

This was really unfair but Harry coped with it, telling himself that Louis would explain everything once they can see each other again later in the year.

He knew it was false hope he was giving himself but he just needed to believe again that everything was the same.

That the strong bond he and Louis had remained unaffected, unprovoked, by all this bad change.

Harry could only get his answer by seeing Louis again, to talk directly to him.

Whatever Louis will say will be the answer, no matter what it varied.

And in just a few more minutes, the answer would be revealed.

Harry turned away from the window and to the door when heavy footsteps grew nearer.

Someone leaned against the wood and a sigh came after.

"I already took the pills, I swear. Mum, leave. Yeah, yeah. Goodnight." said Louis in a tired voice.

Harry's chest tighten as he took the words in and how he had said it in that happiness-drained way.

God damn therapists and their medication.

"Louis," a sharp intake of breath, "don't listen to the voice..."

"I know, I know, alright? The pills are going to stop the voices and visions. That's what they're made for...for schizos like me..." Louis said in a tight, dark voice that Harry barely recognized as his.

God damn Jay.

Fuck her for ruining Louis, my Louis...

There was a long pause of silence filled with self-hatred, useless apologies, and cruel mutterings.

For the past three months, Jay's been trying so hard for Louis to forgive her though at the same time she still insists on therapy.

She just didn't get it, any of it at all.

"Okay... Goodnight, Louis. I lov -"

The more feminine voice got cut of midway as Louis opened the door and closed it in a heartbeat.