This Will Work Out (Completed)

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"Mummy!" Seven-year-old Harry ran through the house in search of his mother. "Mummy, where are you?!" He thought she was playing hide and seek with him so he continued to search for Anne only to find her on the floor in front of her bed. "Mummy! Found you!" Harry giggled but his mother didn't get up. "Wake up, mumma." Harry got a little panicky when Anne didn't stir. "Mumma!"
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"It's cancer." Harry heard someone say to the woman that had been sitting with him for the past few hours. He didn't know what that was, but the woman who sat with him looked worried. "Treatable?" She asked. 

"We don't know for now. Have you contacted any family?" 

"Can't seem to find any. I need to wait until the woman wakes up."
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"Harry, baby." Anne looked at the small boy that sat by the foot of her hospital bed. The boy looked up from the colouring book to listen to what his mother was saying. "You remember Lottie yeah? The woman who comes by to take you to school?" Harry nodded, though he hadn't really talked to the woman he knew who she was. "She's found a nice family who's willing to let you stay with them until mummy gets better, doesn't that sound nice? 

"But I wanna stay with you, mummy." 

"Mummy's very sick, baby. You will come visit me though, make sure you give me lots of cuddles so I can get better."
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"Stop getting in the way." The man pushed the small boy harshly to the wall, his head hitting it quite hard. "Didn't I tell you to wash up after dinner?" The boy whimpered when the man placed a hard smack on his bottom. The first few months with the family had been okay but now the couple were getting a divorce and the woman had left, leaving Harry alone with the man who seemed to never have his hands empty of liquor bottles. 

Harry sobbed each week he visited his mum but too afraid to tell the real reason why. The man could harm him even more. Every time they got back Harry was in for it. The man was good at hiding it, knowing Lottie had a rhythm of visiting every four weeks so he made sure to sober up the day before and dress the boy nicely.
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"Were you trying to snitch on me?!" The man screamed as he smacked Harry's head. "You know better than that. It's a good thing your mother is dead!" 

"No. She's not!" Harry had tried to tell his mother what was happening but she didn't open her eyes and that scared Harry. Maybe she was. Harry screamed and trashed around as the man came closer, beginning to take his pants off. "Your mother is better off dead." Harry was traumatized. Nobody ever found out since a few weeks later when the man had gotten all he wanted, he called Lottie and told her about the divorce and how they couldn't keep him. 

Harry's first foster family was not a good experience; the reason why the boy was so hesitant with every family he went to, causing them to give up on the poor boy in the end.

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The two men jolt awake from their slumber. Taking a quick look at each other before hearing the bloodcurdling scream again, they both sprint out of bed and into the closest bedroom. Harry lay on the bed, twisting and turning in his sleep as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Louis quickly made his way over to the bed to try to wake the boy up. Knowing the boy was more comfortable with Louis, Zayn stepped out to give them privacy and to check on his two boys. 

"Harry. Harry, darling." Louis gently brushed the boy's hair away from his sweaty forehead, hoping to have some effect. "Come on darling. Can you wake up." Louis coaxed and this time Harry shot up, taking in heavy breaths. Looking at Louis for a split second, the boy burst into tears. "Shh, shh. It was a nightmare. You're fine, everything's fine." Louis was quick to cradle the boy in his arms, rocking him while he sobbed into his chest. "Everything's okay. It was just a dream."