"Lovely"

Part Twenty Two (Harry)

Part 22 (Harry)

"Take me with you," I murmured. I needed him more than ever right now and I hope he could sense that. 

"Harry, I can't. I-I think it's best if you stay with your mum right now. She needs you and Bec--"

Becca. I forgot all about her and the pain that was burning inside of me quickly dissolved into worry, worry about her safety. 

"I'll come back for Becca. Take me with you now." 

"Harry.." I grabbed his face and brought ours together. I tried to be strong for my family, I tried to be strong for myself, but I couldn't anymore. What my mom just told me took everything within me. I couldn't do this on my own right now. The only thing keeping me right now was the look in Louis' eyes. I knew he wanted to help me, but he was seeming a bit reluctant right now.

"Please," I breathed. I searched his eyes for any sign of a yes. I admit I was desperate but I wouldn't know who else to turn to except him. I would come back for Becca. I promise I would. I just needed to get out of here. Now.

He smiled lightly and laced his fingers with mine. Leading me down the driveway, we walked away from yet another battle, leaving my mother's howls for me in the wind.

Louis takes me to his home and I feel extremely at ease. I was glad to be out of the harsh Cheshire air and to be somewhere with someone who made me feel worth it. I looked at Louis as he stirred our teas on the counter. He was perfect. Nothing short of it either. I knew it when he first walked into the bakery that day. I just knew he was something special that could not go unnoticed. He was perfect and he was mine and I wouldn't have it any other way.

He brought over our teas, placing mine in front of me before sitting right next to me. As he stirred his tea some more, he gently placed his head on my shoulder. As I let my head lie on top of his, we sat in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence. There wasn't any tension or stuffiness in the air. It was just reflective. Even in this silence, I knew what Lou was thinking and I was just waiting for him to say it.

"Harry."

"Yeah?" I look down to see him already staring at me. His blue eyes seemed lighter than usual, as if he was tired. Instantly, I regretted dragging him into all of this. I should have known better than to think that because like myself, Lou can read my mind as well.

"It's not your fault, okay? I would have been here for your regardless the circumstance."

It was at that moment that I knew he was in it for the long run.

A phone started vibrating disturbing our peace. It turned out to be mine. 'Dad' was flashing on the screen and it took everything in me to answer it. Lou saw it and sat up instantly, silently telling me to go on and answer it.

"Hello? Harry?" He sounded tired and borderline defeated. My heart hurt for him because of his wife, my mother, what she did for "us." It just didn't seem right.

"Yeah, dad," I choked out, "what's going on?"

"Harry, we are going to be staying at the local church for awhile, until everything gets...settled."

I looked over at Lou who had his head down and his hands in his lap. Once he saw me looking, he gave my hand a small squeeze.

"What he saying?" Lou mouthed.

I mouthed the words "family," "sleeping," and "church," and he instantly shook his head.

"They can stay here. Bring them here," he mouthed again.

It was my turn to shake my head. I couldn't do that. Bringing my drama into his perfect household was not an option. I wasn't going to bring the dark in here, especially not here, where Lou found comfort and security.