I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 7- The Godmother

A/N:- Please enjoy and also show some love to my firefighter Louis fic Sometimes We Break So Beautiful. 

Louis got a ride back to the house with Stan's mom. On the way she explained that when Stan took off behind Louis she had gotten out of her car and told Dan to go ahead with the girls who had started panicking when Louis ran out. She assured him she and Stan would bring him home safely.

They arrived at the house Louis knew was filled with people chatting, having tea, and hugging. The only hug Louis could bear right now would be from Ernie or Dory, anyone else would reduce him to a crying mess again. But then he started thinking about how they won't remember her when they get older and she won't see them reach Louis' age. She won't see Louis reach any other age either. Stop! Stop thinking about it! Please not now, he begged his brain.

Louis and Stan met the others in the yard. They had all come back to the house in their funeral clothes not wanting to leave Louis alone just yet. Zayn had lit another cigarette and couldn't go inside so Louis left Stan outside with them and figured he'd go look for his sisters and let them know he was alright. He bumped into Lottie who told him the twins were taking a nap and he quickly apologized for running out, gave Lottie a hug and made his way over to Fizzie who was sitting with Grandma, having what looked like a heart-to-heart.

Okay maybe not interrupt them, he thought, and made a diversion towards the kitchen.

He stopped at the door and sure enough another deep conversation was at play, this time between Dan, Aunt Kim, his dad, and- that lady Louis saw at the funeral rocking Daisy? Louis tried to place her, he was sure he knew her face from somewhere.

His dad was reading something on a paper through his spectacles. 

"This!?  This is your validation for proposing such a ridiculous offer!?" he heard his father saying.

"It's an untimely request and will take massive adjustment but I understand your feelings, we will at least consider. . ." Louis heard Dan stress to the woman, almost a whisper, as he tried to eavesdrop.

"I'm only asking for a couple of weeks." he heard the woman say.

Louis' father looked up from the conversation and beckoned Louis to come over. He could tell they were having an intense discussion from the stern look on their faces.

"What are you all talking about?" he asked, a little hesitant.

"Louis, you're just in time." Dan pulled out a chair between him and his sister, Kim, and nodded for Louis to sit.

"Louis, this is Anne Twist," his father piped rigidly.

Louis was sure he knew that name. He looked at the woman. She looked around the same age as his mother. She had strong features with a touch of refinement and warmth, yet something about her seemed tough and self-sufficient. 

"- Your long lost godmother ," Louis' father finished sarcastically with a mocking smile, gesturing the pages in his hand as reference. Louis was utterly confused.

Anne glared at Louis father before looking back at Louis, "Louis, you won't remember me, you were so little last I saw you," her eyes were puffy as she had obviously been crying.

"Your mother and I are- were- best friends," the woman added, beaming up at him.

He studied her face, then it dawned on him. "Mum used to talk about you a lot! She has a picture somewhere. . ."