What happened to my brother, Louis?
Louis read the message Harry held in hands. Why is he asking me about his brother? Why haven't Anne told him about it? Louis stared at the message trying to think as Becka looked at the message then back at Louis waiting for his answer. Louis didn't want to say, "Harry I'm so sorry but your brother died." Harry grew frustrated at Louis and grabbed a sharpie, Louis, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROTHER! Louis read the message, looked at Harry and opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. Finally Louis thought of the right answer to Harry's question hoping it would be the right one and replied back to Harry.
"Harry, Harry your brother, your brother- God damn it! Why can't I talk to you!" Louis turned away from Harry, walked up to Becka's wall and pound his fist into the wall. Becka and Harry jumped from where they were at and looked at Louis as he shook his head then looked into Harry's deep green eyes with his ocean blue. "Harry, I'm sorry I really am I wished that Anne could tell you this not me. Harry, Trev-Tevor."
Harry shook his head once Louis said the words no one wanted to hear. Louis tried to explained to Harry about how he was sorry and that it will be okay but Harry covered his ears with his eyes filled with water. Harry looked at Becka as she put her head down looking away and Louis tried to reach out for Harry's hands but he pulled away and ran. Harry ran out of the house and out onto the streets looking looking back. Louis called out his name but Harry ignored the call and continued the run. Harry let his feet carry his body to somewhere where he could be safe and think alone. His feet finally came to a stop in front of a home, Louis's house. Harry slowly walked up to the door, opened the door and the scent of Louis filled the air bring more pain to him. Harry walked up the stairs into Louis's room and was surprised by the mess he made on the ground with papers everywhere. Harry walked carefully in the room to Louis's bed but before he took another step forward, a silver frame caught his eye from under the bed. Harry reached down to pick up the picture and smiled at the broken glass, it was a picture of Louis and him in Louis's room. Harry looked at the frame, the glass in the frame was shattered but the picture was perfectly fine, no harm. That was his and Louis's life. Though they just argued about Trevor and everything fell a part, the heart shattered to pieces, they can still be put back together once again and they will be just fine. Harry felt horrible for the way he acted towards Louis when Louis was just telling him what his mother could not do. Harry laid down on Louis's bed, holding on to the picture, wanting Louis to back to save him. Harry closed his eyes tightly letting a tear fall down his cheeks onto Louis's face then whispered to the picture, "Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go cause I'm tired of feeling alone. Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go Louis cause I'm tired of feeling alone."
Louis paced around Becka's room worried about Harry. Becka tried to call Louis down but then he yelled back at her, "I can't calm down. My best friend is alone on the fucking streets and I know deep down he needs me more than anything! Don't you dare tell me to calm down!"
Becka took a deep breathe and walked up to Louis putting her hand on his shoulder, "If you know he needs you then why are you not chasing after him?" Louis looked at Becka as she gave him a small smile then told him to go after him and that's what Louis did. Louis ran out the house, into his car and drove down the streets. Louis wondered where could Harry gone to but then he thought to himself, Where would I go to feel safe and needed to be alone? That was Louis knew where Harry was at, he was home. Louis pulled into his drive and ran inside of his house calling out Harry's name but there was no reply. Louis searched every room in the house Harry could be at except for his own. Louis ran up to his room and saw the small boy lying on his bed, curled up into a ball. Louis quietly walked over to the side of the bed and sat down next to the sleeping boy. Louis smiled at the boy and noticed that he was holding the silver frame in his arms against his chest. Harry opened his eyes and was about to move but then he noticed Louis's shadow on the wall. Harry laid still and listened to Louis talk to the sleeping boy.
"I'm sorry for that this happened to you and your brother. I should have told you about him sooner but I didn't want you to get hurt after you got out of the hospital. The reason of how I knew about your brothers death was because Anne came to the hospital and was about to visit you but the doctors told her that you were dead. She was broken to hear that then she gave this letter and told me that she no longer needed to tell you. I read the letter and it was about Trevor. Harry I feel like shit for not telling you, this would've never happened if I told you before today. When you left Becka's house, I felt like there was a piece missing inside of me. I may not be the greatest friend you ever had but your mine only friend," Louis lied next to Harry grabbing his hand and held Harry closer to his body. "Please Harry don't ever leave me because I need you more than you can imagine." Harry tried to make a sound as more tears fell on his face but before he could do anything Louis leaned over Harry's neck and whispers, "Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go cause I'm tired of feeling alone. Don't let me, don't let me go cause I'm tired of feeling alone." Louis placed a soft kiss on Harry's cheek just as Harry turns to face the sad blue eyed boy he met on the first day of school and gave him a small piece of paper that read,
I promise that I will never let go of you if you don't let go of me because I'm tired of sleeping alone.
Louis read the little piece of paper then looked at Harry with a huge smile then gently kissed the little boy's nose and that's when he knew that Harry was the missing piece in his life.