"Harry Edward Styles."

This is way to embarrassing for me to admit to anyone but I quite actually gasped at hearing my own name. It's just the way it sounds on his tongue. So delicate and innocent.

My only question is; how does he know my middle name, I've never told it to anyone.

As if he already knew what I would think Louis keeps talking.

"And yes, I do know you're middle name Harold. I think it's adorable."

My eyes widen at the word adorable. Louis Tomlinson just called something about me adorable. I know it's just my middle name, but I couldn't care less. As long as it's connected to me I'm flying on a pink cloud.

"The whole point of these tapes are the reasons I killed myself and the people who made my life not worth living. Now, the story's a bit different when it comes to you, Harry, because you didn't make my life miserable like most other people in my life. You made it bearably and interesting."

It's like a heave rock is lifted off my chest. I already knew I couldn't live with the fact that I had had a bad influence on his life, so the fact that I didn't - that I had the opposite - is so uplifting to hear. Now the question is; why did I get a tape then? Why I am important enough for that?

"You and I never really talked much, Harry, but I felt like I somehow connected with you every time we would have a three-sentences conversation or even just bump shoulders in the hallway. It was like you were carrying gold dust around, spreading it on the people who needed it. Which, as you can tell, I definitely did. When I saw you it was like catching a small glimpse of hope and happiness."

Oh wow. I literally am speechless. I feel like I always have something to comment to the things Louis says, but this time I'm speechless. I'm probably shining with joy right now.

"I have a lot to tell you Harry, and that's why I gave you another tape."

Another tape? My eyes land on the box containing the tapes, but there are no more left?

"You're probably searching for it right now, but it's not with all the other tapes. This one I personal. That's why you're the only one that will get to hear it."

My heart's racing at the thought and my mind is almost aching with how hard I'm thinking. My mind searches for every possible solution to this extra tape, but nothing reasonable is found.

"I want you to find my mother. She's the one with the tape. I want you to go to my address and find her. I can already predict that everyone else listening to this will try to go and get it from her, but she will only give it to one person. You, Harry. She knows how you look so she will know it's you. With the tape is a note. I want you to follow the instructions on the note before you listen to the tape."

My breaths are uneven and fighting to get the time of day in my mouth. I can't control myself. I feel so many emotions. But first of all; I can't wait to hear that tape.

That's why, as soon as I hear the ending click of the tape, I race down the stairs and yell out a quick goodbye as I slam the door shut after me. Not in an angry way, in an 'I'm-very-busy' kind of way.

I can't drive yet so my bike is the only solution. It's raining and I'm already soaked as I start pushing the pedals with full force. I know exactly where Louis lives - of course I do, can't call me a stalker for no reason - so getting there doesn't take to long since his house isn't very far away from mine.

I'm getting more nervous by the seconds as I'm nearing the house, still on full speed. As soon as I get there I jump off my bike leaving it on the grass in front of the house. My feet leads me along the grass, my mind spinning in its own world of worry and confusion. I step up to the porch, happy to get under shelter from the pouring rain and my shaking hands instantly knock expressively on the wooden door.

Within a small amount of seconds the door is opened by a beautiful woman. She's dressed casual in a rope and what I assume is sweat pants underneath, but she still manages to look absolutely stunning. She is the woman who gave birth to the wonder of Louis Tomlinson after all.

As soon as her eyes land on me her face lights up like the sun. She lets out a sigh muttering a small 'finally' under her breath.

"Harry Styles." She addresses my name, smiling as she opens the door further for me to step in.

"Hi, Miss Deakin." I greet reaching my hand forward to shake hers, but she immediately pulls me into a tight hug.

"Thank you." She whispers in my ear, making me even more confused than I already was.

Thank me? For what?

"Come with me to the kitchen." She commands kindly, and I do as told. As we step into the bright kitchen my eyes land on a box on the kitchen island. Johanna - as Louis' mum is named - picks up the velvet box before she hands it over to me. I look her in the eyes to which she gestures to the box in my hands wanting me to open it.

I do just that and inside find a note and a tape. I pull out the note, and like I was told, it contains directions for me.