Recover (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter Sixteen; Home

"Ahh, I see."

She kept talking to me, keeping me busy, and before I knew it, my ship was done and she was throwing the needle out.

An hour later, Louis and I left the tattoo parlour. We were told what we had to do to make sure that our tattoos did not get infected and how to take care of them properly in the beginning. 

"So, what do you think we should do now?" Louis asked me, interlocking our fingers. 

"I think we should go to my place and maybe catch a movie?" I asked as he rested his head on my shoulder. He led me towards his car, and unlocked the door. Before he let go of my hand to go to the driver's seat, he gave me a quick kiss.

"Hey, Harry?" Louis called me as I got into his car. 

"Yeah, Lou?" I replied as I got into the car. I buckled my belt and waited for Louis to reverse out of the parking lot before grabbing his hand. 

"Have you told your Mom about who I really am, yet?" 

I looked out my window. I hadn't. I was worried about what she would say. I mean, what would she say? Wouldn't she be disappointed that the man I fell in love with was actually trying to fix her fucked up son? Wouldn't she? Would she be disappointed in me?

"No."

"Why, babe?" 

"Because."

"Are you ever going to?"

"Gosh! Shut up, Louis! I will when I want to."

After that, we didn't talk in the car. He dropped me off at my place and before he could kiss me goodbye, he did lean in, I opened the door and walked out. I didn't glance back at him. I knew it would hurt him but I needed space. I needed to think.

"Mom, I'm home!" I called through the house.

"Isn't Louis coming in?" She asked me, popping through the door to the laundry room. 

"No, he has to prepare for an interview," I lied. Well, he did have to, but it just wasn't necessary. 

She nodded and informed me of cake in the kitchen. As I ate, I thought. Would it be bad if I did tell my mom? Or would it be a disastrous choice? She wasn't a bad person, she cared about me, right? I munched on my cake, before I took a drink of my water. I didn't like too much cake, it was always a little bit too sweet. 

"Mom?" I yelled.

"Yes, Harry?"

"Can you come in the kitchen?" I called out. I might as well tell her before I lost my courage. I took a big gulp of water as she came in. And a couple more bites of cake were needed. A bit more water. More cake.

"Harry, what did you need me for?" I took my final bite of cake and then my final gulp of water before setting the dirty dish in the sink. I took her hand and led her to the dinner table. 

"I need to tell you something and I hope you keep an open mind about this. Please, mom,"  I begged. I clutched onto her hands. "Please."

She kissed my forehead, "I would always keep an open mind about you, Harry. You always have something that leads me to conclude that you're someone who chooses many different things in life and you have many more open thoughts. Baby, I'd always care." 

A tear slipped out of her eye and I brushed it away. "Mom, Louis was my therapist."

"Excuse me, Harry, what?" She asked with disbelief.

"Yeah, Louis was my therapist. I had gotten to burning myself because I was being bullied." The straight forward approach was the best one, right? 

"Please tell me that this isn't true, Harry," her voice cracked and she pulled me into her arms. 

"I'm sorry, Mom. And to make it worse, it got harder. I started to feel things that I shouldn't about Louis and the taunting at school got worse. And I felt like I wasn't accepted. And I couldn't find a job because the bullying and taunting changed the minds of many people in town. They were lies, Mom, but they affected my entire life. And I couldn't deal with it. I left Louis and I started to burn again but he saved me, Mom. I owe my entire life to Louis. And now, I feel like I can finally live my life. Please don't be upset, Mom.

"I love him." 

She didn't speak but she held me tighter. She kissed my head and my forehead and my face. "I'm not angry with you, Harry. I just wish you had told me that you were depressed. I would have been there for you. I, personally, would have brought you to a therapist. I would have fixed your school life. I would have done everything I could to protect you." 

I gasped, but then I smiled. I wished that I had told her before, if I had then maybe this would have all gone smoother. But if I had, then maybe I wouldn't have ever met Louis.

I typed Louis' number on my phone many times before I decided to call him. I was being very selfish by yelling at him. All he was trying to do was make me feel like he was there for me. He just wanted me to know that my Mom would have been on my side. 

"Haz." I sighed in contentment when I heard his beautiful voice.

"Lou. I'm so so so sorry. I didn't mean to and I love you and please forgive me!" 

"Don't worry, Harry. I wasn't upset. I was just worried about you. I love you too, sweetie."

A/N

So basically, here it is. I'm sorry if it seems rushed. I'm really busy this week and I'm off to camp next week and I'm gone for three more, so I don't have much time. Plus, I owed you guys a chapte.r I hope you like it. I think there are only a few more to come.

Love you guys loads,

Lyn (Amy is a poop)