Smoke || larry

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Sirens ring through the air and everyone in Harrys room holds their breath. Harry clings to Louis extra tight and prays they don't take his sunshine away. He can't imagine Louis sitting in a prison cell. His pretty, broken Louis can't go there.

The police enter the house and find the group quickly. They scan the situation; eyes moving from a crying Anne, to a bleeding Robin, to a panic driven Harry. Harrys room is a mess of blood and broken objects, his crack pipe just lying in the open. He knows they're going down. The end has arrived and he's not prepared.

"What's going on?" The police man asks. Harry closes his eyes and buries his face in Louis' warm neck. He feels Louis gently rubbing his back, speaking soft words.

"That boy attacked my husband. He came into our house without permission and then-"

"No he didn't! I invited him here and he was leaving until Robin grabbed him," Harry bursts. Louis just gently pulls him back into his arms, shushing him.

"Is that true, Mrs. Twist?" The police officer asks and she shakes her head.

"Not at all. He was in this room doing-"

"Crack. I was smoking crack, officer. Anne and Robin then came home and told me to leave. I was leaving - Harry was going to come with me - and Robin threw me on the ground. It was self defence. I didn't want him to kill me," Louis cuts Anne off. The one officer is jotting down notes and the other is just listening intently.

"Why would you bring Harry with you? This is his home isn't it?" The officer asks politely. Louis nods and then looks back at Harry.

"Harry's not safe here and I couldn't leave him with Robin while the man was so worked up," Louis tells him honestly. Anne takes in a sharp breath and Robin looks ready to lunge again.

"That's a serious accusation," the officer says and Harry moves forward to cuddle into Louis again.

"It is indeed. How dare you come into my house and accuse me of that," Robin spits out.

"How dare you lay a finger on your sons body," Louis fires back. Harry whimpers quietly, but keeps his mouth shut. The whole room is tense and Harry wishes he could disappear.

"Alright, so the story is Louis here came to the house to smoke crack... Got caught and Robin threw him to the ground causing a fight?" The second officer finally speaks. Louis and Harry both nod and eventually Anne caves and nods her head as well.

"There are several charges here... First is drug possession, then there's assault and maybe child abuse, correct?" The second officer speaks up. Again Harry and Louis nod their heads.

"This will have to be taken to court and the drug possession is going to land you some time in jail, Louis and Harry-"

"Not Harry," Louis quickly interjects. "Just me. I had the drugs not him. It was all me," Louis tells him. Anne, Robin and Harry watch him with wide eyes and Harry feels like his heart is going to stop. Louis' going to leave him. Louis' still protecting him.

"Alright. I'm taking Louis and Robin down to the department to be put in custody. You're welcome to join us there, Mrs. Twist," the first officer tells her. Louis easily lets them slip handcuffs on him and Robin fights at first, but then let's them. They watch as the four leave in the police car and Harrys crying and snotting.

"I hate you. I hope you fucking die," Harry spits out at Anne. "You took him away from me. You stole everything and I hate you."

He goes to leave, but Anne grabs his wrist and spins him back around. Her face looks tired and angry. She looks older than what she is.

"Hate me all you want, but I'm your mother so do not speak to me like that. Tomorrow I'm shipping your sorry ass off to rehab so say goodbye to that boy tonight," she tells him. She lets go of his arm and turns on her heel. Harry wipes under his eyes and waits for her to come back with her keys.

The drive to the department is long and quiet. Harry picks at his jeans and he wants to take another hit because his nerves are bad. Even a shot would do him good. Anne just watches the road and doesn't even make a sound. Harry wishes he could just shove her out the car door and hit her with the car a few times. She's ruining his life, always has been.

They get to the department and Harry sprints from the car and into the warm building. He sees the two officers from his house and they just nod him down to Louis' cell. Harry sees him sitting in the corner and he wants to get in there and hug him.

"Lou," Harry calls quietly. Louis looks up and smiles sadly at the boy. He moves forward so he can reach through the bars and hold his hand. Harry rests his forehead on the cold bars and wishes he was in there with him.

"I'm not going to jail, baby. They're sending me to a high facility rehab for criminals. I'll get better," Louis promises.

"Anne's sending me to rehab tomorrow. I don't need it, Lou. We're not sick," Harry cries. Louis reaches through with his other hand and wipes the tears away.

"Baby, we're very sick. So fucking sick," Louis tells him. He moves his hand to his neck and gently pulls on the gold chain around it. Harry pulls it fully out, showing the cross.

"Don't lose that. That's to remind you I'm always with you. I love you so much and we're going to get better," Louis tells him. Harry shakes his head.

"There's nothing wrong with us," Harry cries and Louis just sighs and closes his eyes.

"I'll be here when you get out, H. I'll be going through the same thing you are," Louis promises. He then pulls away and moves back to his corner. Harry cries and moves back to the main room. They ask if he wants to press charges against Robin and Harry says no. Louis didn't press charges either.

Anne pays for Robin to get out and then the three are driving home. When they arrive Harry goes to his room and pulls out his suitcase. He starts to pack his stuff away and hides pictures of Louis in his shirts. He places the pictures of Louis kissing him on the cheeks and lips at the bottom and the pictures of just Louis at the top. He needs to keep those. Those still moments that he captured.

He falls asleep packing and wakes up to the sound of Anne banging on his door. He walks around like a zombie all morning. His feet drag and his eyes look dead. Robin doesn't even look at him. Harry carries his bag outside and almost cries when he sees his friends.

Nick is the first to rush forward and envelop him in a hug. Harry melts into his old friend and starts to cry. Then comes Tara and Niall. Niall gives him a pitying looks and slips something into his back pocket.

"It's from Louis. I went to see him today," Niall whispers. Harry nods and then looks at Liam and Sophia. Sophia is the first to move and she hugs him so tight he feels like he doesn't have the chance to shatter in her embrace.

"This is good for you. We love you and want you to get better," she tells him. Harry just nods, not knowing what to say and looks at Liam.

"Harry," Liam says quietly. Harry feels everything come up and then he's rushing into his best friends arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

"It's okay, Harry. Everything's okay," Liam promises him. Harry just hugs him tighter.

"I'm sorry," he whispers to Liam and Liam just gives him a gentle squeeze.

"I know. It's okay. Just go get better," Liam tells him. Harry sniffles and nods. He pulls away and looks to see Anne's in the car. He grabs his bag again and throws it in the trunk and then climbs into the back seat. He waves as they pull away and then sits silently.

The drive is long and Harry eventually just lies down in the backseat. Anne doesn't try to talk to him and he's okay with that. He pulls out the piece of paper from his back pocket and quietly unfolds it.

Harry,

Today's a new day for us both. When we see each other next we'll be the best we can be. Maybe you won't love me then, but I'll always love you. I'm getting clean for you because you deserve someone that can love you fully and I want to be that. Don't be scared. Sometimes change is good. We're going to be happy and I can't wait to see you smile again. I love you.

Louis.