Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Twenty Nine

I'm still really clueless on the plot for this story and right now, the story is at 80,000 words. I was planning to end this story at 30 chapters but fuck no, look at where we are.

The thing is, I don't know whether or not I should make a sequel for the story, because otherwise the story will be dreadfully long. I don't know whether you guys like that or not, because I'm going with what you want. Pretty much, the story is definitely going to be longer than 60 chapters at this point, maybe 70. The story is passing through every moment of their lives, and by that I mean from childhood, teenagers (where they are now), college life, adulthood and growing up after that with a family.

Just remember, even though you're expecting a lot with the family and stuff and I can all read your minds and you're probably like "louis and harry are getting married, children etc. it's just one of those fanfics" ahahahaha if you know me well enough you will definitely know that's not going to be the case.

I'm not giving anything away obviously. But tell me what you think, yeah? Because I do listen to what all of you say. I might not reply often, unless you post on my message board but I do read what you say and I appreciate a whole lot, seriously. I don't know where to head if I didn't get feedback. x

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He screams at his mother, and the screams continue through the next morning when Harry wakes. His eyes are sore and puffed, his pillow is soaked of his tears of anxiety and horror. His throat is sore, he can't feel his legs.

He knows he can't leave Louis alone. He can't be allowed to not go see him ever again. His mother knows this. His own fucking mother knows that Harry's his strength, that he really does need Harry to keep him healthy and proper. He can't take him away. 

He's at breakfast and he refuses to take his plate of bacon and eggs. He stands with his arms folded and a glare which Anne never hoped to see her little boy pull. It's vicious, deadly like venom. Anne sighs and sets the plate to the counter, shaking her head and making eye contact with her son. He hasn't moved.

"Harry--"

"You can't take me away from him," Harry says lowly. "You can't make me--"

"Harry! I'm worried about your safety! Can't you see that?" Tears are rimming at her eyelids. She worries so much on Harry's safety, she's worried next time Phil might attack him brutally to the point where Harry needs to go to hospital. She loves Louis, but she can't let Harry get hurt. 

Harry doesn't understand, and he can't see what's so bad about letting him see Louis. He understands if he can't go to his house, but he doesn't understand why Anne should ban him from seeing Louis altogether. It's cruel and heartless. Harry can't let it happen.

"You can't make me, mum. Louis needs me--"

"He can help himself, Harry! I don't want him bringing that bastard over to come hurt you! It's bad enough he attacked you!" Anne screams, walking around Harry towards the phone. "I might as well call the police--"

"No!" Harry shrieks, stepping forward and grabbing the phone from the wall, holding it into his chest and locking it away from his mum. "No, don't... please--"

"Harry--"

"Don't... please don't hurt Louis... Please don't let--"

"Harry, we need to tell--"

"No, Louis will get taken away!" he cries to her, hiding his head into his chest and sobbing harder, "please don't do this, don't take my Louis away from me, mum. Please."

She doesn't understand either. Harry wants to help Louis, but he doesn't want to take away the main problem of Louis' problems. She doesn't want to see her son wail, he's gripping so hard on the phone that his knuckles are turning white. Tears are down his cheeks and he looks up to his mum with those green gems of his. He's too precious to hurt, and that's the main reason why Harry can't ever see Louis again.