《Awaiting Angel - Larry Stylinson》5. Not Ready
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"Cancel the meetings I have today and on next two days." Harry said to his phone.
"Yes, sir. I would reschedule them." Ms. Edwards said.
"Okay. Thank you!" Harry hung up and got out of the bed to get ready. He's gonna go back to Doncaster today and meet Louis. He's gonna spend some quality time with him and Jay for the next two days.
He washed his face and changed into an simple outfit. He made himself some cereal and brushed his teeth. He decided to call his mom before leaving and ask about Jay and Louis to make sure that they haven't moved away from their old place.
"Hello, mom." He said to the phone.
"Hey, hun. How are you?" She asked being cheery one as always.
"I'm fine, mom. And I called you to ask about something. I know we both have been avoiding this for so long and we- well, at least me eventually forgot about that." Harry said with regret lacing his every word.
"Wow, you're scaring me. What is it, Harold?" Anne asked.
"Um... I... I wanted to know about Louis." He said stuttering a bit.
"Oh." Anne paused, taken aback a little. "Well, Jay haven't answered any of my calls lately and I tried to reach her mom but her phone didn't work either. I'm thinking maybe she changed her number or something. And... I kind of think she got mad at- um... at what you did to Louis. So I didn't go to visit her. Actually, I was in no place to go and meet her." Anne mumbled the last part.
"Oh." Harry paused feeling his heart break. He has lost the trust of someone that used to care about him a lot and he has made his mom lose her best friend. God, how could he cause such a harm?
"I was an asshole." He admitted out loud.
"Took you long enough to understand that." Anne said letting out a wet chuckle. Harry sighed realizing that his mom is crying.
"I'm gonna go back to Donny now. I want to apologize. I can't live with this guilt anymore, mom." Harry said and he felt his eyes fill with tears once again. When did he become that sensitive? Well, he always have been but he did a good job at hiding things.
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"Now?" Anne asked, surprised.
"Yeah. Now." Harry said nodding to himself.
"I'm joining you. Pick me up from my place on your way." Anne said, wiping away her tears.
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Harry drives down the familiar road, he and Louis used to walk down to go to the park, most weekends. He was coming up to Louis' old house. It was vacant. The grass dead outside and the flowers that once bloomed with happiness were dead and frail.
He parked his car. "Ready mum?" Harry asked his mum who had a sad smile on her face as she looked at the vacant house. They got out the car, harry giving his mum a weak smile as they looked around a bit. Harry's frown deepened when he saw the little swing that was on the front yard all dirty and grass grown above that. He walked to the front door and saw that it was locked.
"Looks like they have moved houses." Anne said with a sigh. Harry nodded and turned around.
"Maybe that old neighbor lady knows where they went." Harry said with a hint of hope in his eyes. Anne nodded and they walked up the neighbors path which lead to their door.
"Go, knock, love." Anne said pushing Harry towards the house. Harry stepped onto the porch and knocked. The door opened to a old white haired lady.
"Hello, I'm Harry Styles. I was wondering if you know what happened to the Tomlinson's" Harry asked the old lady, His mum standing behind him with an anxious expression.
"Oh dear. Did you ask jay- well she was in a car accident like 1 year ago." The lady said with a sad smile, Anne gasped and shook her head.
"W-what do you mean- she...." Harry stuttered out. He looked back at Anne and found her already crying.
"I-I didn't get to apologize. Harry, I want her back. I want her back." She kept mumbling while crying. Harry's eyes filled with tears but he gotta be strong for her mom.
"Where is Louis? Please, don't tell me that he-" Harry cut himself off without having enough courage to finish that sentence.
"No, no. It was a miracle how he was harmless." The old lady quickly said, eyeing the pair sadly. "And I don't know where he is at the moment but I heard that he was sent to an adult's care home since there was no one for him." The neighbor finished with a heavy sigh.
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"Oh, god, my baby." Anne started crying harder. Louis was basically her son and getting to know that Louis was sent to an adult's care house all alone was sad but what was much sadder is how he was classified as someone who has no one to care about them.
Harry didn't stop his cries this time. The guilt he felt is over the moon by now. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to find Louis. Where can he find Louis?
"I'm gonna find Louis. I'm gonna find him and get him under my care." Harry said hugging his mom close to his chest.
(Fuck I cried.)
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Harry did everything in power to find Louis. He went to a few Adult's care homes nearby and called a few. He went to the police station to find information about them but he got nothing since some information are confidential.
He had one more Adult's care home to visit and it's his last hope. Well, it being last hope doesn't mean that he'd give up looking for Louis.
"When are you gonna go there, baby?" Anne asked when Harry sat next to her. Harry looked at his mom and saw dark circles under his eyes. Her usually chirpy self is just dull now. After all, it's her best friend who died and the promise she has made so many years ago to be always there for Jay is broken like it was made of glass.
"Tomorrow morning." Harry mumbled looking down. Anne wrapped an arm around his shoulder and rubbed his back.
Harry laid his head on his mom's lap cuddling his legs to his chest trying to make himself as small as possible.He let out a wrecked sob that held so many feelings in it. Guilt, sadness, love. A whole lot of feelings, but mainly guilt.
Anne couldn't help the tears that streamed down her face. She ran her fingers through Harry's hair as he cried for almost an hour.
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Harry walked into the old looking building. This building didn't held the happy feeling the other adult's care homes held and Harry was almost afraid to find out what goes inside it.
"Hello! How can I help you?" The lady at the front desk asked looking up from the big book she was looking through.
"Hello, I'm Harry Styles. And I wanted to know if there is a person named Louis William Tomlinson here." Harry asked.
"Yeah, he is here and how do you know him?" The lady asked with a frown. Harry wanted to jump around in happiness. But he just settled to a bright smile.
"I'm his childhood best friend." Harry said still smiling like a fool.
"You can't go in. There is no one in his visitors list." The lady said with a shake of her head. Stack of money landed on the table and the lady stood up from her seat with wide eyes.
"How much do you want?" Harry asked. If he's not gonna get this in the official way, why not use an unofficial way.
The lady smiled and smoothed her skirt. "This much is enough. Follow me Mr." She trailed off.
"Mr. Styles." Harry said with a nod and sliding the money to the lady.
Lady came out of her place behind her desk and walked through the halls with Harry following closely behind him. They stopped in front of a door. The lady held a kind of panicky expression but tried to act it cool. Harry took a note on that and frowned a little.
"T-this is- this is his r-room." The lady stuttered making Harry's frown deep but he nodded anyway. The lady pulled out a set of keys and put one into the keyhole and twisted it. Harry wondered why an adults' care home has rooms that look like cells of a mental asylum.
The door opened and Harry stepped in, but he wasn't ready for what he saw at all.
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(Word Count 1459)
A/N - CLIFF HANGERRRRRRRR ;) XD
My little sister who is diagnosed with Downs Syndrome is sitting here and talking nonstop. She's making up a story about a thief and I'm humming along as typing this. xD
QOTC - What do you think about the facilities for people with disabilities?
Answer - Not enough, I think. Lots of disabled people gets ignored as they grow old and after their caregivers die. We gotta do something about that.
-Ash
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