let's escape // larry stylinson

chapter 54

Louis POV

I walk inside my house after football practice on a Friday night. When I walk in the living room, I see everyone sitting on the couch: mum, Lottie, Fizzy, Phoebe and Daisy. When I come closer to them I see that they are all crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Mum gets up from the couch and walks away, I kneel down in front of my sisters, who are all crying. "What's going on?", I ask them worriedly, a frown etched in my face.

They are all sobbing and I pull Phoebe and Daisy in my arms while Lottie and Fizzy are holding onto each other. After a few minutes, everyone has calmed down a bit. "What's wrong, loves?", I ask them once again.

I hope it's nothing bad, and that everything is okay, but I'm scared. Scared that something bad has happened, that it isn't okay. I'm scared.

"G-grandma", Lottie sobs. "What about her, love? Is she okay?"

I suddenly don't feel so good, scared of what they are gonna tell me. I feel worried, so goddamn worried about my sweet grandma.

Fizzy shakes her head. "N-no. She- she p-passed away."

Just like that, my heart broke. She's gone. I gasp and shake my head, refusing to believe it. "N-no."

Tears appear in my eyes and when they nod, they fall down my face a second after. "What happened?"

Phoebe bursts out in tears again and Daisy opens her arms to hug Phoebe.

"She- she passed in her sleep", Lottie sobs.

I wipe the tears away with my sweater as I take my crying sisters in my arms. "No, no, no", I whisper, still not quite believing that my beloved grandma passed away.

She was one of the only ones in my family to accept me. She loved me, and she told me that a lot. She loved me and I love her so much. I can't believe she's gone now.

Tears are rolling down my cheeks but I try to stay strong. I need to stay strong for my sisters, I need to stay strong for my family. I need to stay strong.

"I- I-", I start but I can't continue. The tears and the lump in my throat stop me from speaking.

I hold my sisters close as we all cry about the loss of our grandma.

We cry and cry, it doesn't seem to end. Tears keep falling down and when I think I've ran out of tears, I start crying again.

My grandma means so much to me and I just really can't miss her. I didn't even get to say goodbye to her. I didn't get to see her one last time, I didn't get to tell her I loved her one last time, I didn't get to hold her one last time. I'll never have that last time and that hurts so much.

After holding my sisters close for half an hour while they were crying and I was trying to stay strong, I decide to take a shower. I had football practice before, I smell like sweat and I just really feel like taking a long and hot shower to clear my mind a bit. I get in the shower and when the warm water hits my body, I let the tears fall down. I'm in the shower, crying like there's no tomorrow.

I can't miss my grandma, she means so much to me. I could never tell anyone how much I loved her, I don't have enough words. She was the only one in my family, except from my sisters, to accept me and my relationships and that means everything to me. She made me feel so loved when my own mother didn't. After I've been crying in the shower for god knows how long, I get out and put on some joggers and one of Harry's oversized hoodies.

I quickly take my keys and phone and run over to Harry's house. I ring the bell, still crying. A few moment later he opens the door with a smile but that smile quickly changes into a worried frown.