The Petrichor - Larry Stylinson

11. Mr. Fakest

"Where are you gonna sleep tonight?" Anne asked Harry and he just pointed at the king sized bed in his room.

"My bed."

"Aren't you gonna sleep with Louis in the guestroom upstairs? He'll feel lonely without you there." Anne tried to coax the boy into that but it doesn't seem to work when Harry shook his head as he stomped his feet.

"No!"

"Alright, alright, no need to get all worked up, baby." Anne rubbed Harry's arm in a way to calm the boy down and turned to Louis with an apologetic look.

"Louis, you'd have to sleep in here with him in here for a while. It doesn't seem like he's gonna agree to moving to your official bedroom." Anne sighed.

"It's okay, Anne." Louis sent her a reassuring smile.

"If it's alright with you, we can make this the official bedroom of you two." Anne requested but before Louis could answer her, she answered for her own request. "No, it doesn't look like a room of a newly married couple." She scrunched her nose up in distaste making Louis chuckle.

"I don't really mind. If we are being honest, nothing is going the way that would go for a newly married couple. So, there's nothing different." Louis shrugged with a sad smile settled on his lips making Anne's heart tug in sadness.

"I'm sorry, love. It's my fault too, this happened to you. I could've stopped Des. I could've said that this is not right and I could've stood up for Harry and you but I didn't. I was too scared to. I didn't know what he'd do to Harry if he didn't get married, Louis. He's that cruel and he doesn't treat Harry like his own son. He treats the poor boy like some kind of d-disease." Anne's voice started to break.

"His beliefs and his family are what ruined everything ever since the day he married me. You're lucky his parents are dead, Louis." It was silent as both Louis and Anne stared at distance with unreadable expressions but finally, Anne broke the dominance of silence.

"I should've stepped out of this mansion that just always reeked of the dominance of men, the day Des confronted that Harry is not his child. I should've stopped making others happy forgetting about my own happiness and it's my fault Harry became unknown to the world. But- but I had nowhere to go. He took everything my parents had. He took everything away from me. I just have Harry." Anne has fat tears rolling down her rosy cheeks and Louis stared at her shocked for a few moments before stepping forward and embracing her in a hug.

"Sh... It's okay, Anne. We all are okay. I always understand where you are coming from. I understand how you have struggled all your life to live to Desmond's expectations. I accepted my fate and I'll leave one day so you wouldn't have any regrets anymore. Before I go, I'll let the world know that a Harry Styles exists. I'll let the world know, Anne. I'll let the world know." Louis sobbed out his, Anne's and Harry's misfortune under the cruel man named Desmond Styles.

Harry who was in the dining room came out and saw Anne crying, still hugged by Louis. He jumped forward and pulled them apart roughly. He studied Anne's face as he hummed and flapped his hands before questioning the obvious.

"Why mommy crying?"

"It's nothing, baby." Anne settled with the fakest smile towards the clueless boy and wiped her tears. Harry watched her while wiggling his fingers before walking away with a hum.

Anne stared at her son as the boy settled himself on his desk chair and let out a deep sigh.

"I want the world to know him and I want him to know the world." Anne finally spoke up.