One Big Family

Harry

Dear Simon,

Do you remember the time when life was less complicated, and more innocent. Those days where the sun never set and the grass was always green... I do. I still appreciate the time you kissed my knee when I fell from that rusty old swing set.

You were always so sweet, so caring, I hope that hasn't changed. Even when the days seem to become more gloomy, you still believed in me. And I'm sorry, so, so, sorry that I took that for granted because now... I don't have you. It's cold when you're lonely but I still kept the sliver heart...

You remember the heart right?

I miss you so much... Do you miss me?

Love, Lady xx

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"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!" Simon yelled, Harry and the other three where in the living room listening to the father yell at their baby brother, it was definitely not easy to listen too.

"YOU WILL STAY IN YOUR ROOM AND I FORBID YOU TO STEP A FOOT OUT OF THAT DOOR!" He shouted "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" The boys didn't hear the response, they honestly have no idea how Louis was taking it.

"GOOD!" That "good" was follows by the door slamming shut, it made Harry and his brothers jump. Simon stormed downstairs and into his office not even looking once at his sons.

"What he even do?" Niall asked and Zayn just shrugged.

"I'm going to go check if he's okay" Liam told and left to go comfort Louis. Once Liam left Harry felt the need to do something about this situation. He also felt a slight awkward tension between Niall and Zayn. Harry walked to the kitchen making a cup of hot tea placed on a saucer with a little dark chocolate. Carefully walking to the office, Harry knocked on Simon's door hearing a faint "come in" from his father. Harry walked in the freezing room. The office was a mess, papers where scattered all over his desk and falling off to the floor. His ash tray was nearly filled to the rim with cigar ash, and pens were all misplaced. It was a mess, which was quite horrifying, seeing that Simon is a very uptight person when it comes to cleanliness.

"I made you tea" Harry told bringing the cup to his father not setting it down as there wasn't any space. Simon put down the letter he was reading. Brushed some paper away mumbling a grateful "thank you" to his son. Harry took a glimpse of the letter he didn't read much but it looked like those letters he's been getting a lot lately. He read the words;

"Love, Lady xx"

"Who's Lady?" He wondered. Simon smiled at Harry but it didn't seem genuine. He folded up the letter and put it in the only neat pile on his desk. All envelopes ripped from the top and stained with black ink "Dear Simon." Harry noticed ever since getting these mysterious letters he could see a change in Simon, he seems more... paranoid.

"What did Louis do?" Harry asked putting down the cup.

"Something bad" Simon brushed off Harry's question while putting the letters back into his drawer.

"He alright?" Harry asked, Simon knew he was referring about Louis. He admits... He did lose control, and scream at his child which was something Simon was always so ashamed to do. Simon looked at his messy desk with a stern face.

"He didn't even flinch."

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Harry left his father alone to sort out his work, even though it didn't seen like Simon knew what he was doing. He just seemed so lost. What was happening to his father? Harry mind was racing, he use to look at Simon as the man with all the answers but... now it just seems different. Harry heard his phone start ringing in his pocket, it was one of his best friends Darla. She and Harry met a year ago, the girl has some issues but, don't we all.