In My Mind. || Larry Stylinson

"When will the hurting stop?" (Chapter 4)

It was November and the leaves were starting to fall, crisp air filling the bedroom, Louis had the window open a tiny bit.

Louis was staring at himself in the mirror, he was in a suit and a tie, he was trying to figure out how exactly to well, tie it.

"Knock knock," Harry said while opening the bedroom door dressed in a suit, closing it behind him, "You need help with that?" Louis stared at Harry, he would be lying if he said he didn't think Harry was incredibly hot-

"Hmm What? Oh! No no, I've got it," no he didn't, "just wait," Louis said while fiddling with it, huffing loudly, "I can't do it," Louis pouted.

"Here," Harry chuckled, walking towards Louis, he stood in front of him grabbing ahold of the tie, "my dad taught me how to tie a tie when I was about 8 years old, I remember my mother passed away and my dad bought me this little suit," Harry continued to tie it, "and I had no idea how to tie a tie and so, my father taught me how," Louis looked up at Harry with fondness, Harry's tongue stuck out in concentration, "and.. there, perfect," Harry smiled and turned Louis towards the mirror, "you look amazing," he leaned down and sat his chin on Louis' shoulder.

"I do?" Louis questioned.

"You always look good," Harry backed away from Louis, and cleared his throat, "so, we should get going, starts soon and it takes about 45 minutes to drive there, yeah?" Harry said smiling sadly.

"Yeah.. yeah, we should go.." Louis sighed, following Harry out of the room frowning, "I haven't seen my sisters in over a year," Louis said following Harry down the spiral staircase.

"I know, they'll be so happy to see you, I know they will-"

"Oh fuck- shit," Louis realized something, "w-what if my step father is there? What i-if-"

"Hey, if he comes near you or even touches you or even tries to talk to you, I'll kill him yeah?" Harry said, overly protective, but could you blame him?

"O-Okay," and Louis knew, he knew that he was safe with Harry around.
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"Harry?" Louis asked looking over at Harry, who was now driving, rain was pouring down, hitting the window lightly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think my mum is watching over me?" He asked.

"I'm sure she is, from what you've told me about her, she seemed like a great person. I'm sure she's watching over you Louis," Harry replied, turning into a road, "we're almost to the church, you good? Need a minute?" He asked.

"No, no, I think I'm okay, I just wanna get this over with," he sighed, taking a deep breath.

"Okay Lou," they could see the church in the distance, and finally, they arrived, "well, here we are,"

Louis teared up, "o-okay," Louis sighed and got out off the car, along with Harry. It had stopped raining, clouds filled the sky though.

Harry frowned, linking his arm around Louis' "I'm right here if you need me, you know that, oh and, I invited zayn," Harry said and Louis smiled, "really?"

"Yeah, he's your best friend, so I knew you'd want him to be here, should be here soon," Harry smiled back at him, they walked up the few steps that led to the church, and Harry opened the church door, and they walked inside.

There it was, a large picture of Johanna, next to a casket, "oh god.." Louis cupped his hand over his mouth and started to cry a bit, "mum.."

"Louis, look at me yeah?"