Escape His World (H.S 1D)

Chapter 9: No No Mum....

Angela's POV
I stood in the garden. I just needed time to myself. With Harry in the hospital with God knows what and my father's passing, and Louis.... I just needed time to think. This mystery with my dad's "ghost" has taken a toll on my sleep and my character. I've realized that the mention of anyone's parents breaks me down. I turn to dust so quickly, my heart melts and my eyes drown in salt water. It saddens me that my father kept so much from me. But I am also thankful. He hid me from all of the hatred and anger that he had. Until now. My confused state has only worsened in the past month. My life is a mess and I know it.

Louis' POV
Lately, I've been a bundle of nerves. Whenever I hear laughter, I automatically think it is because they know I'm gay. I keep scolding myself, knowing I should have more trust in Angela's promise of secrecy. But now, it's time I at least told my mum.
"Hey Louis! Where've you been?" My mum asked
"Oh nowhere, I have something to tell you." I said quietly.
"Of course" my mum said rather seriously.
"Mum.... I'm.... This isn't easy to tell you but you have to promise not to freak out."
"Oh my god Louis. Did you trash our neighbor's car again? How much do I owe them this time?" She huffed
"No. No. Mum. I'm.....Im.... Gay." I spit out before I could question myself. She silently placed the food she was cooking down on the hot skillet, a deep frown on her face. When she looked up, all I saw was disappointment.
"Thank you for telling me Louis. But I'm going to take a walk ok?" She said with a sharpness in her tone. I nodded and heard the door slam behind me. I needed Angela with me. I needed her comfort, that was something I truly missed.

Angela's POV
My thoughts about that godforsaken diary were interrupted by a call from Louis.
"Hey Louis!" I put all the pep I could into my voice
"Hey Angie. Could you come over. It's kinda important" I could hear the sniffles and sadness in his voice. I didn't ask questions, I just got in my car and drove.
".... And I can't help but feel like a disappointed you know?" Louis sobbed into a box of tissues
"Hey...where gonna get through this ok? One step at a time. You just one step closer to being free of this secret ok?" I whispered into his hair.
"One step at a time" he repeated. He was like a child, so fragile you were afraid he would break.
"Your mom will come around ok? Do you want me to talk to her?" I asked.
"No, I think she should just let it sink in for now," Louis replied, gaining his composure back. "Thank you Angela, i really needed you." He smiled
"Thank you for letting me in. I know this is a big step so just take it slow and tell me if you need anything at all." I said and hugged him tightly.
"Ok. Bye Angela!"
"Good luck Louis!" I waved. I ran my hand through my hair and drove to the hospital. I really needed some sleep.

Harry's POV
Where was Angela. I needed her. I was finally conscious and the nurse was harassing me with questions.
"There was something rather strange in your bloodstream. We are not quite sure what it is but we are sending it off to HQ to get it analyzed. We will keep in touch"
"Harry?" I immediately relaxed. Angela was here. Thank god. My dad hasn't even visited and I was bored as hell. Plus, I missed her even though I saw her a day ago. "How are you doing? You really scared me back there!" She said, and it was clear that the smile on her face was simply a shield to cover the fear and panic in her face and voice.
"Angela, I can't thank you enough for getting help so quickly. I don't even know what happened! It's never happened before and.... I'm just so sorry for putting you through it" I said quietly. Dang, Angela was really something. I'm not one to apologize often and here I am, thanking her and apologizing for the trouble I caused her. I reached for her hand but she pulled away.
"I'm happy your ok, but I have to go." She mumbled and quickly left the room. I just stood in shock. Nobody has ever pulled away from me or left me like this. I used my arm to cover my own tears.

Angela's POV
I don't know why I pulled away. I think it was because now I'm scared of him. When he was shaking yesterday, I felt so much pain go through me that I thought I might explode. I really care for Harry, I just don't think I understand the extant yet.
I pulled out that damn journal again. Instead of skipping to the cursed writing. I decided to read through from the beginning. I know I should've done this earlier, but my mind wasn't working right with Harry next to me. I would be concentrating and then all of a sudden catch a whiff of that cologne and flower mix and I would melt, becoming a shell of myself again.
"Styles. What have you done?" I muttered to myself. I rummaged through the yellowing pages, when a loose leaf piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. I gingerly picked it up, but it clearly was not as old as the other pages.

Dear George,
I'm dying, but you already know that. My cancer spread from my leg and there is simply no stopping it. But I just want you to know that I love you, and you have to promise me to hide Angela from all the sorrow that you might have, whether it is from my passing, or something worse, I don't want her growing up like I did, my parents drunk and careless. I want her to grow up loving life, loving her daddy, and loving her mommy's memory. Can you do that for me George? Make sure she grows up happy? I know that you are not in your ideal job with the ideal people, and I know that our financial situation is not the best, but if there is any way that you can put you and Angela first, just for once. I want her happy, and I want you happy. The love that she has for you is admirable, despite your numerous mistakes and missteps in the wrong path, but the past is in the past. Your troubled childhood and early adulthood should not hinder Angela's young life. She has so much potential. And so do you. Don't let your anger for the past keep you from happiness, let your fire and excitement for the future light the way. I love you.
~Lisa

My cheeks were painted with pink and dusted with rain drops. I frantically wiped away the tears. By the sound of it, my mother truly was a wonderful woman, but at the time, my father was not. I took a few deep breaths and tucked the journal away, keeping the letter. I read it over hundreds of times more before I slowly let sleep and darkness flood my vision.