You & I

It's all the same rutine: Wake up, eat, leave, come home, and get drunk. Everyday for the past several weeks. Harry would only come down from his little attic after Dean would leave for work, wouldn't call it work, but something that got that bastard out of the house. Harry made himself a little meal out of the little food he could find then go back up to his room for the rest of the night. He has it counted out of how long he has been missing. People would say that he's not missing, he's just back home with his father, but to Harry he was taken away from his home, Louis. Louis was his home. He felt protected, loved, cared for, and he got to be with the person who made him feel good about himself. All of that was taken away from him. The one question that pops into Harry's head is, how did Dean find me?

That question makes him think of all the possiblities that could lead Dean into finding Harry but nothing added up. Harry shook his head out this thought and walked over to his little window. The window was small but it gave him the view of the world around him. People walked by this old house minding their own buisness, not noticing the little boy looking out the window. Harry watched the people walk but as he was watching, he saw a young girl and boy strolling down the streets. The boy looked like he's been through hell in his life and the girl, or the girlfriend, was trying to comfort the boy but the boy would shove her away. The boy had a black jumper on that looked huge on the boy, hood up covering his face to the world, and hands in his pockets. He was barelying walking, seemed as if he was dragging himself across the pavement, forcing himself to go home or school. The girl walk slower than the boy, head down looking at the pavent. The girl lifted her head up then looked up at Harry's direction.

"Becka?"

The girl, Becka, stood there in front of house Harry was in. Harry start pounding on the window to get her attention hoping she would hear him, but Becka looked back down at the ground and continued on walking leaving Harry alone.

"Did she not see me? Was I not loud enough for her to hear?" Harry asked himself.

Harry looked at his little clock in his room, he had time before Dean would get home. Harry ran down the stairs, pass the living room, to the front door of the house. He grabbed the knob, Should I do this? What would happen if Dean finds out I left? Fuck it, I'm leaving!

Harry turned the knob and opened the door to freedom. Harry stood still for a couple second then ran, he ran ater Becka, hoping to get some answers. He stopped at her house, then knocked on the door.

Becka please answer, please.

Harry stood outside for a couple minutes until he heard footsteps approaching the door.

Harry took a couple steps beck as the door opened, "Harry!"

Becka pulled Harry into the house looking back making sure no one was watching then shut the door.

"Where the hell have you been!" Becka shouted at Harry pulling him up to her room.

Harry shrugged his shoulders with his head down.

"I know you fucking talk Harold!"

Harry looked up at Becka. She was trying to stay calm, but anger and frustration was all he could see in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Becka, truly I am. H-how did you, when did you ind out that I could talek again?" Harry barley spoke above a whisper. The ground seemed intresting the past couple minutes.

Harry felt the bed dip next to him. Becka lifted Harry's chin so she could look into his dark green eyes. Those eyes used to have so much life, but now they are dull. The green once was bright now a darker shade as if he as lost all hope in himself, in life, in everyone.

"Harry, I'm sorry for yelling at you. It's just that Louis is going through a rough time right now-"

"I think I know that."

"Would you, please, let me finish!"

"Sorry."

"Anyway, Louis isn't the same Louis. He doesn't want to talk to me or anyone matter of fact. He's blaming himself for loosing you and I think something is wrong," Becka placed her hands over Harry's.

"What do you mean 'something wrong'?" Harry questioned.

"I don't know but he just seems off as if-"

"Rebecka, are you home?"

"Shit!" Becka pulled Harry off her bed and pushed him in her closet. "I'm so sorry, I'm truly sorry just hide in here, don't move, and don't make a sound, okay?"

Harry nodded his head as Becka shut her closet door leaving Harry in the dark.

This was like the night before he was taken away from Louis. Louis told him to go hide in the closet while he tried to see what was going on. The ending result was, well, Harry is now back in the cloest. All he is hoping for is go back into Loui's arms.

Harry listened to the muffled voices as they got closer to the room.

"So Becka, I noticed you were following Louis after school. What for?" Haryy knew that voice all to well but couldn't put a picture of who it was.

"Why should I tell you?" Becka replied in a stern voice.

"Because we had a deal."

"Yeah so, we also had another deal too, don't you remember?" Becka yelled back. "You said that if I could get close enough to the boys to know what was going on between them, that you would leave them alone! I caught you talking to the twins! The day after Harry was missing, I saw you talking to them and you were pissed. They were the ones who helped take Harry away from Louis because you thought it was a good idea, not such a good idea after uh?"

Slap

"Don't you fucking dare talking to me about my mistakes! I made multiple mistakes in the past and god fucking knows on how hard I tried to recover from those mistakes but they always seem to catch up to me still. The reason why I wanted Harry to stay away from Louis was because he remind me of myself when I was younger."

Harry got closer to the door.

"Becka, that man who took Harry isn't Harry's father. That's his uncle, my brother."

Harry was shocked, Dean wasn't his father but his uncle. Could this get any fucking better?

"What are trying to tell me?"

"What i'm trying to say is that I'm Harry's mother. When I was a young teenager, I was madly
in love with this guy at school. His name was Mark. Mark was the big giy at school, nobody messed with him, just like Louis. Tattoos, piercings, even the way he talked to people. One night, me and a couple of my friends decided to go to this party after school. We knew that there was alcohol involed but we never put two and two togther ater so many drinks. After a couple dances, a guy took me upstairs and well you probably would guess the ending."

"So that was the night you got prego?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell Harry when he was living with you?"

"Because he doesn't remember me. After I gave birth to him, I scared that I wouldn't be the perfect mother so I gave him to my brother since him and his wife already had a child, Trevor, he would be better off there. I don't expect him to remember me, after all the last time I saw him was when he was six years old. Ater that, my brother, Dean, told me that I could never see Harry again if I tried he would call the cops on me."

"Anne, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. It was my mistake and I was trying to fix up but yet again, I mess it up. I ruined my own son's life because of my actions and now he has to deal the consquences of it. God I'm horrible mother."

Harry opened up the closet door to see Anne crying into her hands on Becka's bed as Becka tried to calm her down. Harry walked over infront of Anne. His mother, his own mother. She tried to give him a better life but it wasn't her fault.

"M-mom?"

Anne looked up at Harry with her blood shot eyes.

"H-Harry? I thought Dean took you away?"

Harry shook his head, "He did, but he wasn't smart of leaving the door unlocked giving me the chance to run."

"H-how long have you been here?" Anne asked wiping her tears.

"Long enough to know the truth," Harry took a deep breathe.

"I understand if you don't want to come back with me, I was harsh on you and Louis. Please forgive me?" Anne begged.

"It's okay, but I'm going to stay with Louis because he really needs me like I need him," Harry replied.

Anne nodded her head then Harry, unexpectally, hugged Anne letting her cry on his shoulder. "It's okay, mom. Everything is going to be okay. You were always my mom, even though I never knew, you were and you would always still be my mom."

Harry let go of Anne as he wiped away her tears then gave her a soft kiss on her cheek.

"I made a wish everynight before going to bed, on a star or on a airplane, hoping one day everything will be okay. I guess I got my wish," Anne smiled.

"Now I got to go fix my wish, to get my old Louis back," Becka beamed with a smile as a small airplane flew above, carrying her wish across the night sky.

Notes

Here you go, Chapter 8! Enjoy!!