Can I dip? | Larry Stylinson

T h i r t y

Harry is still on his back, lying down and gazing up the sky. He didn't move an inch and his back is starting to hurt. He sits down and looks back at Maxwell, seeing him asleep on the tire that's made to be used as a swing. Harry sighs and decides go just let the adults handle the situation. He's sure Maxwell's weight will not do him any justice.

He runs up to his mumma's room, knocking on her door three times before going in. "Mummy! Maxwell is—" he stops once he sees his mummy packing her clothes. He scans the whole room and he sees boxes everywhere. "M-mummy? What are you doing?"

Anne turns around and sees her son, standing by the door. "I'm packing, little one." She answers with a smile, proceeding to put some pills in a plastic baggy, to make it more organised.

"W-why are you packing, mummy? Fo what?" Harry's voice cracks (since he has gotten a bit of clue of what's going on) as he climbs on the bed and sits on the edge with his feet hanging off.

"We're gonna be moving homes, honey. For a better future. You're gonna love it there. It's very high up and the house is much prettier than this one."

Harry starts to sniffle, some tears threatening to fall out of his eyes in any second now. He immediately runs downstairs and his mind goes straight to Louis.

He sees all the bigger boxes scattered in the living room. He opens the front door and dashes over to Louis's home.

Once on the pathway to his door, he pays no mind to anything and just promptly knocks on the door and rings the doorbell at the same time. The door opens to Lee, Louis's brother, topless with only his joggers on.

"Woah, hey there, little man. Who are you looking for?" Lee questions.

"I-I'm looking for Lou-lou! Where is he? Is he in here?"

"Oh, sorry. He's in the doctor's with mum. He's gotten some sneezes after your playdate so yeah." Lee says, leaning on the the door frame.

Harry's eyes start to get blurry with all the tears trying to fall out. He wipes them. "O-okay—"

"What should I tell him when he gets back?"

"U-uh tell him I'm just in the backyard. T-tell him to go there. Uhm I gotta go. A-and bring his tadpoles too. Tanks." Harry sniffles, running out to go back to his home.

Lee just looks at the boy, confused..but not really surprised. They're kids after all. He used to be like that..but weirder. Sometimes he thinks about kids being small drunk adults. It's a very logical explanation to why kids act like that.

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Harry pads through the house with a frown.

He hates this. He hates everything. His heart feels like it's about to explode, in a bad way. He wants to stay. He doesn't want a change. He never wanted a change.

He sits on the couch and stares on the walls in front of him. He's gonna miss his house. He's gonna miss everything.

He sees his dad holding a box while descending down the stairs.

"Hey daddy?"

Robin snaps his head to the direction of Harry's voice. He smiles. "Yeah, son?" He answers and puts down the box labeled "Robin and Anne's stuff/don't open"

"W-when are we gonna leave? This-this town?"

Robin sighs, looking back at the stairs to recall what he's gonna do next.

"Uh—probably tomorrow. When the movers are here. They'll be helping us pack..but in the mean time, your mother and I are packing small things to help out a little." Harry is already full blown crying. He wipes them though, he doesn't want his daddy to feel worried.

"Oh—o-okay"

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Harry looks up to his window, waiting for Louis's car to arrive. It's black and shiny. Harry always loved the colour.

He blew air to the window and made it foggy, drawing on a little smiley face. He also draws a heart with a crack in the middle.

He finally sees a car drive into the road. He quickly runs down the stairs and goes into Louis's front door to see him.

Harry sits on the welcome mat and Louis steps out of his car, looking all tired and sick. He has a tissue box with him and his nose is dripping...but Harry doesn't mind since he instantly jumps on to Louis and hugs him tightly, making Louis fall back down, again.

"Louis..Lou—Lou. I-I" Harry is crying, he doesn't wipe it at all this time. He just lets it flow freely. "Woah, Uh—why are you crying?" Louis pats his hair.

"I-It's doesn't matter, L-Lou. I-I just want a hug."

Jay arrives and sees the two boys hugging each other. She sees Harry sobbing so hard and she crouches down to check up on him. "Harry, dear? A-are you okay?" Harry doesn't reply, continuing on hugging Louis, breathing in his pinecone and mint smell. He's gonna miss this smell...even if it sounds weird.

"Where's your mum? Do you want to come inside? I-I'll just tell her you're with us so she won't be worried about you." Jay suggests, seeing Harry not acknowledge her, she just casually walks into Harry's home and tells Anne.

Jay comes back with Anne. Anne's heart breaks at the sight of the two boys holding each other. Louis looks at his mum, clueless. He mouths, "what should I do?"

"Baby? Haz? Are you okay?" Anne crouches down and tries to carry Harry but he tightens his grip on to Louis. "Mum! N-no! P-please—I"

"Harry, come on. We'll talk inside."

Harry grabs Louis's shirt, "N-no, mummy. Please."

Anne whispers, "I think it's not a good idea to tell the kids." Jay nods. "J-just play along, Anne."

"Harry, we're not gonna move, babe." Anne lies, making Harry calm down and stop his crying. "Just stop your crying now." Louis rubs Harry's back, not knowing what to do. "I'll get him." Anne whispers to Louis. Louis nods. Harry lets go of Louis and finally lets his mumma carry him.

"W-we're not gonna move?" Harry asks, wiping his eyes once again.

"No, honey. Never." Anne lies again.

23 votes for the next chapter! I'm so sorry for making them seem like the bad guys BUT it's all part of the story... so I hope you don't hate meeee