Bambi ♡ Larry

1.3

✧ thirteen ✧

"Harry," Anne calls through the house, her voice shaky and upset sounding. Harry furrows his eyebrows and sits up from his place on the couch, where he had been wrapped in a blue blanket, watching a show called offspring on Netflix.

"In the lounge room, mumma!" He yells back, grabbing the remote to pause the show. He hears Anne's footsteps nearing and turns to face her, the smile that had been lacing his face immediately dropping.

His mum sniffles and rubs at her eyes as she nears the couch to sit down. She turns to Harry, who moves to hug her closely, his heart beating quickly with fear. "What's wrong?" He questions to her nervously, rubbing his hand over her shoulder.

"My aunt is sick, Haz. Aunty Joy. She has been diagnosed with cancer... It was found too late," she explains, bringing her manicured fingers up to wipe at her dripping mascara. "Me and your David are going to drive up there to say our goodbyes."

"I'm not?" Harry whispers, pouting his plump, pink lips a little. He didn't know his great aunt very well, but she had never missed one of his birthdays. He always got a card in the mail, with twenty dollars in it and a small note, hand written in Joy's fancy handwriting that Harry always wished to have.

"Alice will be there, sadly," Anne tells him, her voice dripping with hate at the mention of her mother. "You know she doesn't like," Anne frowns and pinches the material of Harry's skirt softly. "She isn't a nice woman, Harry and I don't want you in that environment. I won't let you get hurt, okay?"

Harry sighs sadly and nods, smoothing out the crease his mother has left in the material. It was true, his grandmother was homophobic, extremely so. One year at Christmas Harry had wore a pink bow in his curls and she had ripped it out and gave him a lecture about going to hell for his sins. He was ten. And from that moment on, Anne wanted nothing to do with her mother, she had kicked her out immediately and told had to never come back.

"Will I just stay here alone?" Harry asks, pressing his face against Anne's shoulder, suddenly feeling deflated at the memory. Maybe if he was normal his mother would be closer to her family. Maybe she would have a relationship with her own mum.

"I've actually called up Louis, from next door. I know you two got along really well and I trust him to keep you safe... He said yes without a second thought, so tonight you will pack and I'll take you over there tomorrow."

Harry stills in his mothers and can't help the smile that blossoms to his face. He bites his lip to contain a squeal of delight and nods. "Okay, mum..."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Leave some comments for me please! What do you think will happen when Harry stays there? xo