Louis' pov
Breathe in. Breathe out. As I open my eyes the two-story house stood right before me. This is it I'm gonna walk inside there and settle in like before. One last breathe, I took a shaky step. I hate being back here as much as i hate at my mom's.
The sound of my knuckles hitting the wood rings through my ear. A hurried steps makes me plaster a forced smile.
"Louis, you're here!" She smiled. Meet my step-mom who's caring enough but can't be trusted. She's a back stabbing bitch. Her gray strands pokes out on her blonde hair tie in a lazy ponytail, she's a chubby women i really don't like the word oversized i think it's rude. But calling her a bitch, nope. Okay so she's a chirpy, friendly to her neighbors yet she judges quickly, in their back.
"Hey Hazel. How are you?" I politely asked.
"Good. Good. Oh come in" She walked in the house taking a right turn to the living room. I followed her even tho my feet is begging me to go upstairs to my old room. Yup, I'm always here in summer but stop comming 4 years ago. I knew every houses and who lives in it...and I knew a certain boy that lives 5 houses from us. I sat at the couch and look around. Nothing change except for the new paintings hanging on the walls. Dad's paintings.
"Where's dad?" I asked. She's nowhere to be found but i know she's somewhere in the kitchen.
"Oh yeah.. he's getting Ashton from his grandparents" she replied. "Oh okay."
"Shit" I cursed. I forgot to park my car in the garage and my luggage is still in there. Great.
"I'll just go get my luggage and uh... I'll park my car"
"Yeah sure thing"
I will not say it out loud but i miss this place despite the memories that it's very hard to forget and I wish to forget. Looking at the broken glass of a framed picture in my night stand, my eyes starts to sting. For how many years i fucking hate how he always affected me. I fucking hate everything about him. How could he do that tho? How could he pulled that shit on me? Me his best friend. I never realized the tears that streams down my cheeks. I wipe them away just like before. I shouldn't bother 'bout him.
"Lou?" A knock broke me in a trance. Wiping my cheeks one last time. "Yeah?"
"Can i come in?" Dad.
"Yup. I'm just folding my clothes" I pretend to fold my clothes as his head pop up at the door. "Hey there" he laughed. He walks inside and gave me a tight hug. "How's my lil' boy?" He chuckled pulling away from the hug and squeeze my shoulder a bit. "Not so little anymore" I giggled walking around in my bed and plopped at the same spot where i sat.
"Yeah, I can...see that" he folded his arms in his chest and tilt his head a bit. "Dad" I whined. You see I'm a short weirdo. Yup. Very short; 5'6. We really don't know why I'm short cuz my mom is tall my dad is also tall and here I am begging for height haha. Tho my face it really copied my moms. We have the same face but like I'm the boy version. My mom also looks young for her age which is 37 so we often get the 'are you siblings?'.
He laughed one again but abruptly stop like he remembered something. "Oh yeah i almost forgot"
"Yeah?" He walked towards me but his gaze not leaving the framed picture in my nightstand. I'll note to self to hide that forever.
"Do me a favor, will ya sweetie? Styles' are invited in our lil' gathering since we're all friends here. I love you, okay?" He kissed my head and walks away leaving me in my vulnerable state. How the flying fuck should I face him?
"Just great" I groaned.
The surroundings brought chills down my spine. The beige-fuscia house gives me a familiar feelings. When's the last time I visit here? Oh yeah that time. Anger boils inside of me all of the bad memories came crashing down on me like a cement. Ideas of revenge pops up in my mind. I shake those off. Just act colder on him he deserves that. He shouldn't know you give a fuck about him. Which you do not. Okay I can do this
Should I knock now?
Or maybe I should go back and tell dad that they're out or something
"Louis!"
Just greaaaaaat. Fuck my life
"Mrs.Styles" I smiled genuinely. Even tho I hate her precious son, I still like her. She's great, she's like a mother figure to me and it helps in here cuz my mom's very far away and my stepmom is not so motherlike to me. She pulled me in for a tight hug and her scent waves a very familiar fragrance on me. "Just call me Anne just like before" she giggled her high-pitched voice echoes through the house. It seems quiet now that I think about it.
"Okay, Anne" I smiled. "Where's Mr. Styles anyway?"
"Oh Louis. Just call him Robin" she wave a hand giggling at the process. "My husband's at late night work, he can't really come" she looks at me like she's sorry I just assured her of one of my biggest smile like telling her it's okay.
"Oh! I'm ready tho"she claps her hand in excitement as she hop out of the porch and lock the house behind her. Oh look, the son's not coming haha.
" Come on we got to get going your father's waiting I'm sure" I laugh quietly. Well, this is going to be just fine. He's i-dont-give-a-damn-where. And that's great too!
"Don't worry about Harry he'll be surely there I promise he just went for a ride in his bike"
Too early for a celebration, right self?
This will be a hella awkward dinner.
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Heather /Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction2 years when Louis Tomlinson came back to where he started. His hometown. 2 years ago when he last saw the boy he once loved. His best friend. 2 years ago when he said those words "I'm tired of chasing him all he wants is that Heather girl" The idea...
