Lumière // h.s

[ t w e n t y - s e v e n ]

Cait's POV.

".. I can't believe this." I heard Harry say faintly.

I rubbed my eyes walking slowly into the kitchen.

"..Do you know what this is going to do?"

I frowned at him pouring myself some cereal.

Harry put his phone down and leaned against the sink, his back to me. I couldn't help but noticed his shoulders and how tense they were.

"Everything okay?" I ask, I notice he jumped a little at my voice.

He turned around slowly. "Have you checked any social media network lately?"

I shake my head as he sighs bowing his head.

"What's happened Harry?"

I see him swallow before lifting his head to meet my gaze.

"There's been a video leaked of Zayn and Louis smoking weed."

I stop eating. "What? Nonsense." I scoff. "Louis doesn't do weed." I start to eat again before Harry places his laptop in front of me and presses play.

I sit in shock as a tear strolls down my face. "..Louis, my Louis wouldn't do that." I shake my head. "He wouldn't."

Harry hugs me as I quietly cry. I don't know why I'm even crying.

Harry sat us on the sofa, he wrapped us both together in a blanket and held me as I sat in silence. There was nothing to be heard, no tv, no cars,no birds,nothing.

"When we were younger, about 14. We both had a friend," I start. "He was always reckless. Destructive personality my mum would always say. Louis and I thought if we were friends with him he'd stop doing what he did. He would steal, get in trouble with the police, fight, drink alcohol." I swallow.

"And he was 14?" Harry asks softly.

I nod. "He came over one day and said he'd made a friend with some guy who was 18. Louis and I were not sure about his new friend at all, but we couldn't control him. One night we invited him round but he said he had a party, his new friend wanted him to meet all of his 18 year old friends, he was so excited and intrigued to be a part of it." I swipe a tear. "Louis and I stayed in watching movies when we got a phonecall saying our friend had taken something, and that we should go and collect him, we were only 14 at the time but we still ran to the house. We found him alone in a bedroom. He wasn't breathing and I panicked as Louis tried to find out what happened. I held his head up, his eyes shut and he was foaming at the mouth, disgusting liquid pouring out of it."

Harry held me closer to it.

I sigh. "Turns out he'd be given drugs, and his body had reacted badly. So badly he died right there in my arms. By the time the ambulance came there was nothing they could do apart from ask me his time of death."

"That's so terrible." Harry wipes my tears.

"I just don't know why Louis would do this. I know it's weed and I know it's not really possible to die from it but why? After what we experienced, what I experienced."

I stayed there in Harry's arms too warm to move.

"You don't speak much about your childhood."

I shrug. "There's not much to say."

"What were you like as a kid?"

"Quiet, I often hid behind Louis. He was the front man. I'd let him be the one who had the attention."

"Do you think you two are as close now?"

I laugh bitterly."We haven't spoken since I've been here. He has a life now, and I'm not really a part of it anymore."