The boy of the CDs (English Translation) AU

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It was the second Saturday that Harry did not appear at the venue.  Louis began to feel a horrible burning in the pit of his stomach every time he thought about it. Third Saturday with no trace of him.  Did he mess everything and Harry would never speak to him again?  Fourth Saturday.  Louis locked himself in the bathroom throughout his hour of rest. 

—Is a promise worth nothing to you?—  he whispered, sitting on the cold bathroom floor with his arms around his legs.

Fifth Saturday.

Megan saw how devastated Louis was by the boy's absence and placed a hand on his shoulder to support him. But he quickly took off with an expression of anger on his face. He was no longer the usual happy boy. He was just there, breathing with his gaze focused on nothing.

Sixth Saturday.

He couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't just stand behind a counter with a stupid, fake smile and pretend everything was great when it wasn't. That day, immediately after finishing his shift, he took his coat and left the place in a hurry, without even speaking to his coworkers. He crossed the parking lot and then the street.  He didn't know exactly what He was doing. He couldn't think clearly.  He only knew that he was letting himself be carried by each of his emotions. He was walking fast. The cold of winter seeped into his bones. He was deep in thought, but he was aware of the right way to go.

He was going straight to Harry's house. 

He had no choice.  It wasn't as if he could see him anywhere else, or had his home phone number.  He let out a sarcastic laugh when he realized his actions. 

The boy does not want to see you and you go to his house.

Go Louis, you are a genius. 

But he needed an answer or he would never fall asleep properly again at night. The place was not far. It didn't take long to arrive. Not to mention, his thoughts kept him entertained enough.  He was there. In front of those black bars, covered with snow at the base.  Why had he gone?  What was he supposed to say?

Once again the urge was stronger and he pressed the doorbell of the house.   He was shaking.  Of cold, of courage, of fear. It took a few seconds for the front door to open. He was able to make out the beautiful, slim, feminine figure of his mother walking to the bars that faced the sidewalk. 

—Louis,—the woman said in a panic in her voice, seeing him there, seeing him with Harry's gray beanie on his head. It was night and she hadn't been able to recognize him until she was close to him. 

"Alright  It was worse than I thought. Even his mother is not at all glad to see me." 

The woman opened the door, and Louis stepped into the garden a little so that he could speak better with her.  Their figures were illuminated by a street lantern with orange light. 

—Good evening, Anne,— he said cordially.  He had suddenly arrived at her house, the least he could do was be polite—Listen, he began hesitating but with determination at the same time—I know that it is very strange that I have dared to come all the way here.  But I needed to do it.  I'm not sure what happened, but I'd love to hear about it. Could I please talk to Harry?  —She covered her mouth with her hand.  She shook her head and her gaze was full of something Louis couldn't decipher. 

—Please. It is important. I'll leave him alone after that if that's what he wants,—he pleaded. 

—No, Louis. You can't, —She said, pain in her words.

He had imagined that answer.  But he didn't want to hear it.  He really didn't want to. 

—That day ... —Anne spoke with a broken voice- it was a day full of fog —Louis looked at her confused—the streets full of frost ... it could have happened to anyone, you know? —What the hell was she talking about?