Painting Deathly Secrets Larry AU

Nine

Author's Note: NaNoWriMo is hard. I'm just glad I can still write 50,000 words and more without the 30 day limit thing in this website, I'm relieved actually. Anyway, I'm sorry for the late updates, didn't feel up to writing an update on this, but now the inspiration is back, and we're close to the end only 6 chapters more.

Bye - Jamila

Ps: I picked Troy as Louis' Dad, yeah I didn't want his new step-dad in this fic because of reasons you guys would know in the next chapters. You'll understand me, I promise.

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Louis was angry.

He was angry at Harry, but he knew he shouldn't be, he knew that he should be angry at himself for being a coward and not thinking about the possibilities laid out in front of him. Yet he can never get the "facts" inside his head, his mind was pushing them away … it was like his mind was controlled by something else other than his own heart and soul.

Anger isn't the only thing he's feeling, he's also scared.

Terrified.

He absolutely doesn't want to think of his own "past-almost-possible-existent-attempted death" that Harry -and him- witnessed. He was used to being the person who sees death, who solves death even if it's already gone, he is used to being the person who stood in front of death, before, during and after death, now, he was completely opposite, 'cause now he knew there is a possibility -which he knew was fact but chose to deny it- that he was the person who was placed in the before and during of death but not the after part. He isn't dead, he's alive, and now that he sees a transparent visual of what he could've done to save the person he loves, he is hating this situation more.

He despises it.

He wants out of it.

Yet, he has doubts, he has questions, he wants answers, so he quickly shuffled through the wild rambled visions in his head and located his phone to call the only person who knew him well enough to answer the truth, he wishes that for the first time the truth inside his mind isn't going to be lies and that Harry's vision of him isn't really him but someone else, he clicked call to his Dad.

His father doesn't lie, or he thinks he doesn't, hopefully he doesn't.

"Dad?" Louis called out when he heard his Dad grunt through the other line.

"I'm busy Louis, what do you need? Where are you exactly? Liam won't give me answers, I don't approve of this kind of secrets Louis, you know you should be taking care of the painting and not stalling" His Dad, Troy, said in one quick order.

"I'm -- I'm at St. James Academy" Louis muttered, he didn't care that his Dad took a longer pause -which he knew he never does- but he did care once his Dad told him he's picking him up.

"Why? I was just going to ask you questions, don't need to pick me up" Louis said angrily, he heard a grunt and a sound of a car engine roaring to life came through the phone.