I Remember You Laughing [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 18- Harry's Passion

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Louis Pov

"We can't build the tree house, Anne. That tree is gonna fall any minute now. It's not safe."

Louis sat on the bench with Anne in the back yard as she pondered this information. The sun was up and Louis was already sweating through his t-shirt. 

"So what should I do with all this extra wood?"

Murrey tried. "You can extend your front porch, or build a new doghouse. . ."

Louis looked at the wood. He knew right away what would look pretty cool in Anne's yard.

"Mum always wanted a gazebo. She and Dad used to talk about it but it never happened."

"I like the sound of that!" Harry's voice ringed from the back porch behind them, making Louis jump. 

He looked up and saw his sisters surrounding Harry as they were all listening to the conversation. Daisy had a milk mustache so he guessed they just finished breakfast. 

Earlier that morning, before the sun even came up, Louis was woken up by the sounds of Harry and Anne muttering in the kitchen. He had gotten up and insisted on accompanying Harry as he tended to the animals. Anne tried sending him back to bed, and Harry made him quick pancakes, but he was neither sleepy nor hungry so he had pulled on his jacket and tramped off with Harry to the barn in the wee hours of the morning.

He was feeling rather hungry now, and warm, so he pulled off his jacket and rest it on his lap.

"Yeah, me too! Let's build a gazebo!" Phoebe exclaimed.

Harry added, "A round one, preferably."

Anne thought about it for maybe a second. "Okay! A gazebo it is! But Harry if you think you're going to turn it into a riding pen, you are dead wrong!"

"Sounds like a fun project to me! After you show me exactly where you want it and how big it's going to be, I'll head back to the store and draw out a plan!" John said as he and his son walked away to discuss the project together.

His head still full of questions about his mother's relationship with Champton Valley, Louis turned to the woman. "Anne, I was wondering if maybe I can see some of the emails Mum sent you? If it's alright with you?" 

The words came out small. He only wanted her to hear them. He didn't want his sister's to know what was bothering him. And he didn't want Harry to hear how childish he sounded asking for his mother's letters. He sure did feel like a child. A tiny, distraught child, desperately searching for his lost mother in every square-inch of a place she had not been in ages.

Anne looked down before lifting her head up toward Louis, empathetically. "Sure, Sweetheart. I'll print them out for you as soon as I can."

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"Hey! You're the captain of the Doncaster Demolishers!"

"And you're the captain of the Champton Valley Hell Raisers!" Louis tried to sound just as hyped as the boy in front of him, but he was already aware of the fact that the blonde-haired boy whose team he played against just two weeks ago was Harry's friend and was expected to come visit today.

They both looked at Harry.

"Harry here failed to mention that you two know each other! I'm assuming the Brady Bunch out there are your sisters?"