Remember (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 5

Harry's POV

"We don't have much room, so one person can stay in the guest bedroom because it's smaller, Harry and someone else can stay in his room, and then two can stay in his sister's room," Anne said. My jaw dropped.

"Gemma's room?" I asked.

"That would be your sister," she replied.

I pulled her down the hallway so the lads wouldn't hear us.

"Mum, you don't have to use her room. I know it hurts you," I whispered.

"No. Harry, we need to move on. I've been grieving for long enough. You know Gem would think it would be ridiculous not to use her room," Anne said shakily. I smiled and hugged her.

"You're amazing. I just...I haven't told the lads yet. I haven't exactly felt comfortable," I admitted. Anne frowned.

"I think they're going to wonder why we're talking about this," she said. I shrugged and walked back down the hallway. Anne headed back downstairs. They were giving me questioning glances.

"So who's staying where?" I asked, avoiding their curious eyes.

"I figured me and Li would stay in your sisters room," Niall said.

"I call the guest!" Zayn shouted suddenly. Louis tensed.

"Well then, roommate," he spat bitterly at me.

Zayn realized what he had done by getting the guest room.

"Umm. Well, let me show you the rooms," I mumbled. I opened the door closest to us.

"Zayn, that's yours," I said. Then I walked down several feet. I shuffled uncomfortably before taking a deep breath and opening the door.

"This...this is your guys' room," I muttered.

"It's quite empty. Does your sister have her own place now?" Niall asked. I looked up. The room was empty. Gemma's things were gone. The bed had simple blue covers on it instead of her old ones. I felt like I was going to be sick. I understood what Louis had said when he explained that going in my new room made Aubrey's death real.

"Hey, Harry, you okay? You got quite pale suddenly," Liam observed.

I couldn't focus.

"I...," Harry started. I felt dizzy. Louis was staring at me like he knew what I was thinking. Gemma...

I suddenly bolted, flinging open the door open to my room and slamming it shut. I flung myself onto my bed. I was shaking.

"Harry! Are you alright?" Liam called.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything. Tears started streaming down my face.

"What's going on? Are you sick?" Niall tried.

"Go away!" I yelled. Suddenly my door opened and closed.

"I said go away," I spat. I felt someone sit next to me. It was my mother.

"I heard from downstairs. I'm sorry. I should have asked you first if it was okay," she said quietly.

I looked up to see tears in her eyes also.

"Her stuff was gone," I mumbled.

"Sweetheart, it's been gone for months," she said. I looked at her.

"I'm sorry. I just kind of had a small panic attack," I said.

"I understand," she murmured. I sat up and sighed.

"Mum, I want to tell you something. Louis...his girlfriend died of a brain tumor several months ago. He didn't volunteer his place for me. He freaked out when they made me move in actually, because I'm staying in the room she died in. And...he isn't nice like I said. We spend all of our free time yelling at eachother. But just...he reminds me of how I was when Gemma...yeah. So I was hoping I could maybe help him," I explained.