3x03: Remember This

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Dedication: She gets this episode dedicated to her because she is awesome, okay? I don't need to explain myself to you :) x

A/N: So, this is the song where I got the title from. Apparently the verse is originally from a Brand New song, but I like this song better.



Familial obligation.

            As we get older, we don’t really mind helping our family members as much as we did when we were kids. I believe it is because we have a better understanding that no matter how old we get and how independent we like to think we are, there will come a time when we are going to have to ask for help. Pride will get in the way at first – it always does – but we get over ourselves when we realize that our family won’t judge us (at least, they shouldn’t), we reach out.

            Friends come and go – everyone can vouch for that statement because it is true. But family? Family is forever and there’s not much that can change it. Yes, not everyone is on good terms with their families and that is okay, too. Sometimes those friends that actually stick around step in the places where family should be.

            Both ways, there are people who have our backs and there are people whose backs we have.


            Harry clocks out at the daycare center and he is exhausted. His boss had him in the playroom with the little people for almost the entirety of his shift. It’s not that Harry doesn’t like kids, it’s just that being around a big group of them for an extended period time is draining. Right now, all Harry wants to do is go back to the apartment and take a nap (a very short nap because he has an analysis to type up).

            With a wave to his boss, Harry leaves with his messenger bag hanging off of his shoulder. The walk to the MARTA station takes longer than usual because Harry is nearly dragging his feet as he walks because he is so tired. He is glad to actually snag a seat on the train, but he has to play his playlist of screamo to keep him awake during the commute.

            When he finally gets home, Harry finds Louis sitting on his bed with a textbook in front of him. He drops his bag to the ground and kicks off his shoes before collapsing next to Louis and closing his eyes.

            Louis looks over at him. “You okay?”

            Harry grunts in response.

            “I’m going to take that as a no.”

            The younger boy sighs. “I’m just exhausted. You can keep studying. I’m just going to take a nap,” Harry yawns.

            “Alright.” Louis pats his arm, then pulls his textbook closer to him. “See you in a bit.”

            “Mhm.” Harry turns to his side and within minutes, he is fast asleep.

            It is nearly two hours later when Harry stretches over, nearly taking Louis out in the process before he wakes up. Louis laughs and kisses his forearm that is pinning him down. “Have a good sleep?”

            He retracts his arm. “Yeah. Sorry about my arm.”

            Louis shrugs. “It’s alright. Oh, and your phone rang about a half hour ago and I think you have a voicemail.”

            “It was probably my mom,” Harry says as he sits up and rubs his eyes. He realizes that his phone is still in his coat pocket, so he gets up (even though he really doesn’t want to). “It was my mom,” he confirms when he has his phone in his hand. Harry dials his voicemail.

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