All For One (Depression)

Part 26 - "I WAS Louis Tomlinson"

"How long has this been going on?" Asked the police officer to Harry as he dozed off, glaring at Louis on the sofa.

"Technically years but I don't know why It's affecting him like this now". 

"He needs help".

"We know, sir. We've all been taking turns being there for him. It's so hard". Sighed Styles.

"What makes him happy? Like what makes him feel more joy than anything?" Officer asked.

Harry looked over, Louis was staring at the wall, handcuffs still gripping at his skin hard and firmly till small cuts had been placed. He did not try to break free. He did not cry nor run upstairs. He sat there in silence, paying no mind to their conversation. His heart sank.

"He hasn't taken joy to anything lately. Won't even write songs. I-I'm worried".

The Policeman placed his soft hand onto Harry's shoulder, calming him down from any form of stress left in his body. 

"Get him out of the house as much as possible. Take him to a movie, go and check out the sights, or take him for a round of football. Make him smile. If you need anything at all, please let me know. I'm here for you guys".

Harry nodded slowly as his hair was shuffled by the Cop's fingertips. The man in the suit strode over to Louis with a grin as he pulled him up to his feet and turned him around, removing the hard cuffs from his wrists. Louis sat back down instantly with no emotion, simply turning his head away from the world.

"They want to help you". Said the Cop. "They really care about you, you know. They want you to be safe".

And just like that, he left. Harry stood at the door wide-eyed when the idea came into his mind. He sprung himself over to the couch and took a seat next to his bandmate. Louis didn't say a word.

"Louis, I might have an idea that'll cheer you up".

Nothing. No sound at all as he just kept his head turned over facing the empty hallway. His arms were folded fiercely and his anger longed to seek its way out.

"C'mon, bud. You can't just stay here forever".

The slightest sound of the steady wind could be heard from all the quiet noise crowding around the room.

"Let's go, Louis". Harry demanded, grabbing onto Louis' hands and yanking him off the sofa. Louis pushed him away.

"Where the hell are you taking me?"

A slight pause before Harry could speak as he raised his eyebrows and bit his lips to a sharp pain in the corner. He tried to hold back as he spoke to his friend with a somewhat regret of his choice.

".....Let's go see Johannah".

It had seemed like hours to Louis. A 25 minute drive couldn't possibly seem so long. Once the arrival, it was clear he had been in a state of total sadness now. Harry held his hand bravely as they both walked into the cemetery with their heads held high. Not even remembering which one was hers, they split up to search the grounds. Harry took one side, Louis with another.

More and more minutes flew by and Harry knew this might not have been his best plan but at least he was out of the house and able to be properly cheered up. Although seeing his deceased mother might only make matters even worse, he still had to hope for the best for Louis.

He passed a few graves before stopping at one, thinking it was Johannah's. The engraving was old and faded much so Harry's eyes could not quite make it out. 

"R-R-Robert....Michaels". He read. "I-I know this name".

His jaw dropped floors as he looked closer. An old friend of his mothers. He couldn't believe he found him. 

In shock, he turned around, signalling Louis but stopped and delayed his thoughts once he saw a man standing alone by a small gravestone gifted with plenty flowers. Roses by the many as well as Peonies. Harry could say no more as he just watched from a distance. He knew he had found her.

Louis sank to his knees, his hands on the soil beneath. That was it. Tears poured as he cried out for his mum. Harry came up beside him wanting to join in. He knelt down next to him, embracing him tight and close as his best friend let his feelings go free in front of him. People would have thought a funeral was happening. Harry, with Louis in his arms, placed one hand onto the cement and sighed deeply as a low accent was spoken to the angel above.

"He needs you. He really needs you".

After fifteen minutes of sobbing, Louis picked his head up and just looked around. Harry tried to give a small smile.

"Alright, lets go. We can't stay". 

"You go, Harry. I need more time". Louis whimpered, wiping tears.

"I can't leave you here, Lou. Eleanor and everyone else are at home waiting for you so lets go".

"I'm not going".

Harry tried forcing but Louis shoved right back with every move. Almost throwing fists, he clutched Johannah's stone and wouldn't let go.

"We're getting One Direction back soon. C'mon we need our number one singer".

Louis scoffed as he shook his head at Harry. 

"I don't care. I'm not going back".

"You have to care. 1D needs you. What's One Direction without Louis Tomlinson?" Laughed Harry.

Louis felt more emotions coming his way as he wiped more tears from his face. He drew his breath for a moment.

"I don't give a shit".

Harry hung his mouth wide, never believing Louis would ever reject the band.

"But....your Louis Tomlinson...."

"NO I'M NOT!!" He screamed. 

Harry's eyes grew as he stood there in disbelief. Louis once again let his head fall as he carried on with his hands wrapped around his mothers name.

"I....Was Louis Tomlinson".

Taking ahold of his 1D necklace he had gotten from Eleanor when One Direction first started out, he forced it off his neck and skin, breaking it on half with his mighty rage of muscles and tossing it into Harry's palm. He rose to his feet and without a word left, walked out of the cemetery and walked himself home the whole fifteen minutes.

Harry couldn't move. He felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt it was over. Louis was giving up completely and along with him, One Direction. He fell to the ground as he cried to the heavens above with the necklace in his hands. He stayed there for an hour just wanting things to go back to normal.....but they fear it will never happen.