Letters // larry a.u.

eleven

Everything was great, louis was so happy and harry was out of his head with how happy he was. They were both great, harry went to high school, louis worked at home and they'd both have dinner together it was lovely. 

Louis didn't think the world could get much better, this was it for him. He didn't understand, he was incapable of understanding about how a person could feel this way for someone else. He didn't understand love but louis could care less, he was so happy. He was too happy to think about anything else.

Of course, louis didn't forget about the letters and he read one each night. Future harry wasn't telling him anything, and louis was frustrated, if you live in the future and you have the ability to change something in the past, why wouldn't you? All of the letters were mostly about how much harry really loves him, and it was nice, he liked the reassurance. 

"Mr.Tomlinson?" One of the maids knocked on the door which louis answered with a small yes.

"There is someone at the door for you." She says and louis looks at her curiously. Zayn, liam, niall and harry can barge in here without a problem and the maids already know them, so they wouldn't inform louis of it. It's definitely not them, so louis kept thinking while he says thank you and starts walking downstairs. 

He didn't know what to expect, maybe it was one of harrys' friends who needed something? He didn't know and when he got to the door, louis swore he could've fainted with who was in front of him. 

"Dad?" 

"Hi louis." 

Louis wanted to run away, he hated seeing the look on his fathers face whenever he would look at louis. His face would usually be filled with disgust and disappointment and louis wasn't surprised when he looked up to find those looks. 

"Right. So what are you doing here? Father." Louis loved his dad, but not this one, he loved the father who would play football with him and who would cheer him on whenever he had to do something new, but this was the father that sat at home with alcohol bottles filled around him; who cared about work and nobody else. 

"I came here to tell you something louis, it's been ages. There's things to be discussed." Of course there were, louis thought. 

"Let me guess, it's about work?" Like it always is, louis thinks again. 

"Actually no, not this time. This time it's regarding family issues." What?, family issues were his fathers least concerns, the last time he talked to his father; which was about 6 years ago, he only talked about work. But that was 6 years ago. 

"Oh?" 

"Yes, but it'd be nice to let me in for this." 

"Go ahead." Louis said and closed the front door after his father. His father who knows this place like he lives in it, sits down on the couch and has the maid bring him some whiskey. Louis sits down after him on a separate sofa and dismisses the maids. 

"Alright, it's been 6 years louis. And in that time I have found a wife." 

"You what?" 

"A wife, louis. I got married." Louis couldn't take in the information so he just sat there gaping at his dad, waiting for him to keep talking. 

"Right, so we had a baby a year later; Charlotte. Now she is 5, and my wife is pregnant again. The doctors say it is very likely to be twins." A family, louis repeated in his head, he has a fucking family. Louis sinks back into his seat and thinks about it for a while, louis was mad. He was furious. Number one, he was furious that he wasn't invited for their wedding, and where was he when his half sister was born? 

The biggest thing he was mad about though, was the fact that he never had a proper relationship with louis. Louis never had a family, and now his dad suddenly decides to go and have a marriage and other kids without even having a proper family with louis. His first child. 

"Wow." 

"Yeah," His dad dry chuckles and nervously shifts in his seat waiting for louis to say something. 

"A family ey?" 

"Yep." 

"Without me." Louis mutters lowly.

"Louis, that's not true. That's why I came here, I want you to meet Charlotte and-"

"And what? Mend all the past times you weren't with me? Mend the fact that you left me and mum, the fact that she killed herself?" Louis said harshly, his father obviously taken aback. 

"No! God no louis. You know for a fact that I loved your mother." 

"Then why did you leave huh?! What was your fucking reason." Louis gritted his teeth. 

"It's complica-"

"Stop with the fucking excuses! I'm tired of you coming back in my life when you feel like it! When were you ever, ever here for me? When I was in the hospital?! Were you oblivious that you had a son for the past 6 fucking years?!" 

"No! That's not the case louis. I thought about you everyday for the past 6 years, I can't ignore the fact that I had you!" 

"Then why weren't you there to be a father to me? There is a reason I have been alone for the past 6 years, I have been working since I was 15. Fifteen. And that was because of you!" 

"It is not my fault that you aren't capable of doing anything else and that your mother decided to kill herself becsause of you!" His father screams out of impulse, and louis winces. There it is, there are all the dirty looks that he gives louis and there are all the past scars that louis was trying to heal.

And now the wounds were back, and the salt has been poured. 

"Leave."

"No, loui-"

"Get out." Louis says as calmly as he is able right now.

"I'm sor-"

"This is my house," Louis says through gritted teeth, "Get out."

Without another word, louis' father quietly walks out of the house. Louis was left with his thoughts, and he hated that, he didn't like his thoughts when it came to his father and his mother. They were bad, they made him want to deteriorate into the ground as fast as possible. 

Louis hated thinking about his mum, he loves her of course. But he can't fathom the thought of her killing herself because of louis. It took louis 9 years to get over that, for the first 2 years the only thing that was ever on his mind was how it was his fault that his mother killed herself. 

These thoughts kill, and sometimes they do come back. They are always there ringing in the back of his head slowly and powerfully. The one person he would call when these thoughts came back was niall because niall understood this the most. Niall was there when his mother died, niall was also there when his father left. Niall was always there. 

So he called niall, "Hello?" 

"Niall." 

"Lou, what's wrong mate?" 

"Niall," louis sobbed, "I can't breathe." 

"I'm coming over right now, hang on there for me yeah? Please, it's okay, it'll be okay lou." 

Louis nodded his head because he was sobbing so hard he couldn't speak, his throat burned and his hands felt numb holding the phone, he kept coughing and his whole chest felt like it was compressing his bones. 

Louis hated this feeling. 

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