Stockholm (Larry AU)

Naamloos deel 18

After calming down Louis from that near death experience they continued down, floor by floor until they reached the ground. The happiness and freedom that flew through their veins was indescribable, especially for Louis who hadn't had this feeling of freedom in weeks of captivity.

"Harry we made it!" He screamed from excitement, jumping into Harry's once again waiting arms, holding him for dear life. Right as Harry was about to respond, they heard that deep yet extremely loud voice again, yelling curse words at the 2 boys who looked up at him.

Just as Derek saw the two of them, he left the room, undoubtedly on his way down to get Louis and do bad things to Harry, who stood there shocked. All of his previous confidence had managed to disappear as soon as he saw Derek, but thankfully Louis had gained some from him.

Grabbing the pale boy's abnormally large hands, he sprinted off, in whatever direction he chose, honestly not knowing his way around this part of town.

They ran for blocks and blocks, not knowing where they were going or where they could go, for that matter, until stopping to catch their breaths. Harry had remained quiet all this way and Louis could tell there was definitely something on his mind. "What's going on? Is everything okay?" Louis asked concerned, in response only getting a nod from Harry, but they both knew that wouldn't be the end of that discussion.

"So where do we go now?" Harry asked. Both boys were in deep thought at the question asked until Louis spoke up.

"Don't your parents live in this part of town? I remember you told me once that they live around here" Louis spoke excited they'd have a place to go for now. "Can we go to them?"

Harry was stiffened at the question that Louis brought up. Of course he would love to go back to his parents, but these were the same people that kicked him out, that disowned him, that swore they'd never want to see their son again. But Harry couldn't tell Louis that; it would lead to a whole lot of other background stories that would just scare him away and Harry couldn't let that happen.

"Boo, I don't know if we can" Harry reasoned, still trying to keep up a cheery facade though. He didn't want Louis to catch on to what was wrong.

"Harry, that's the only place we can be safe for the time being. It's the only place Derek can't find us" Louis stuttered out, trying not to push Harry too much. But as soon as the idea of safety came up, Harry couldn't deny it. His parents' house would truly be the only safe place, where they couldn't be found and Louis couldn't be taken away. He couldn't let Derek take him away again. Reluctantly he agreed to the idea, taking the path that he solely remembered to his parents' home. All the while hoping that his parents had some love and care left for him that they take him in, even if just for a day.

The younger boy's grip on Louis' hand tightened the closer the got to their destination. Step by step, the thoughts of what could happen bombarded his mind.

His lover was clear on what was happening; the fear in Harry's body was unavoidable. Placing a chaste kiss on Harry's cheek, Louis asked "What's on your mind?", although he was disappointed when Harry didn't give him the real response.

"What if Derek finds us? What if he takes you away again?" Harry asked, and even though it was one of the cause for stress on his mind, this wasn't the one Louis asked for.

"We'll go to your parents and the call the police on him" Louis assured, connecting his blue reassuring eyes with Harry's worried green ones.

"But you're not allowed to call-" Harry argued.

"Don't worry. It'll be okay. You'll be okay. I'll be okay" Louis said, kissing Harry gently on the lips.

A few more steps together in a comfortable silence and they had arrived. Louis pulled Harry along to the front door, granted it was early but they were both almost sure someone in the house would answer the door.

Louis knocked on the door firmly, wondering why Harry was trying to hide behind him yet trying to make it look completely natural.

A tired brown eyed haired woman answered the door, her eyes lighting up as soon as she saw the feathered haired boy, clearly recognizing him. But the glowing smile was soon replaced by a confused expression. "Louis Tomlinson...what do you seem to be doing at our house so early in the morning?" She asked motherly.

Louis really didn't know what to reply; not knowing who he assumed to be Harry's mother would like him to say. He nudged the hiding boy behind him, who the woman probably didn't take notice of, encouraging Harry to come out into the open.

Reluctantly he came out from behind Louis, a regretful look on his face, like he wasn't ready to look his mother in the eyes. He decided to sneak a glance up at the woman who once loved him, only to see her face reddening from anger.

"Harry?!"