I'm gonna love you, until you hate me.

*NARRATOR'S POV*

"Lou!" It has to be the menace I call my sister whispering into me ear, with a degraded version of shouting. I keep pretending to sleep.

"Lou?" She tickles the back on my neck and I surrender.

"I'm awake. What now?" My eyes remain lidded and heavy.

"Your breath stinks." She scrunches up her little button nose in disgust.

I let out an exasperated and prolonged breath just for her. She squeals, ducking behind her tiny hands. "Ew, Lou!l

"That's what you get for waking me up so early."

"Mommy says you're going with her to work today."

"Oh sh-damn!"

Louis scrambles to his feet and half disoriented, brushes his teeth in his bathroom. Phoebe sits on his bed with Mr. Fluffles and giggles loudly at his behaviour.

"Tell mom I'll be right down!" He calls to her. She nods and scampers down the steps one at a time with the stuffed bear trailing on the carpet behind her.

While Louis struggles into chinos and grabs a bowl of Cheerios from the kitchen, Harry wakes up from the thin and uncomfortable bed with a groan. His back has started to hurt, forming a curve in his posture like a half-made sickle.

He feels around the bed for the body he fell asleep with last night and smiles when he stumbles upon a small hand. Pulling the warmth towards his body, he drapes a protective arm over the smaller boy's lower bare back. "G'morning."

The early morning blush that colours the boy's cheeks makes Harry smile wider. He stares at those oceanic blue eyes, noticing for the umptienth time the specks of green hidden where only Harry could see. He brushes his love's hair out of his eyes, admiring the way his chest rose and fell with the deep and drowsy breaths. He made Harry happy.

Leaning forward to kiss the lips he missed for eight hours since they'd dozed off after a long chat the previous night, he meets the cold pillow instead. Harry frowns and blinks at the empty space next to him, feeling the hole in his chest expand painfully. Louis wasn't here.
Louis was actually answering the door back home, trying so hard to stick with a fifty-second time limit before he got into his mom's car. Douglas stood on the other side, hand raised mid-air and a cheeky grin appearing when Louis opened the door. "Hey, babe."

"I told you not to call me that." Louis scolds with a soft smile and grabs his coat.

"Going-" Douglas presses his lips chastely to Louis' considering Phoebe was still around "-out?"

"I am." Louis batted his hands away and stepped around him. "Going to the office with mom."

"Ooh!" Douglas exaggerates. "Sheriff Louis. I like it."

"Shut it, you kinky bastard." Louis whispers in his ear, having to stretch up on his tiptoes.

"But I really don't know why she asked me."

"Is something wrong?" Douglas has become the concerened boyfriend Louis knew existed under those leather jackets and biker boots. Not that he wore them to Louis' house.

Louis shrugs. "Gonna find out."

"Have fun. One more kiss for the road?"

Louis loved Douglas' immaturity. The guy was two years Louis' senior but acted like an adolescent nontheless. Louis kisses him quickly before running towards the car. "Forty-seven seconds!"

Douglas cackles on their driveway, watching the small boy get into the marked Middleston PD Sheriff's car and drive off with a wave. He waved back before getting on his bike and pocketing the theater tickets he'd purchased. No Count Dracula cinema date today, then.
Louis walked into the station in a solemn mood, the police station isn't exactly the place to be all smiles in and about.

"Now, Louis. I'm taking you to the interrogation room." His mother informs him over her shoulder.

"Why? What did I do?" Louis enforces his automatic reaction to hearing something remotely
close to threatening his legal freedom.

"Nothing. I want to show you something."

Breathing a sigh of relief, Louis follows his mother dutifully to the familiar set of metallic doors at the end of flickering hallway. She stops him in front of the door that would allow them to secretly observe the conversations of those in interrogation.

"Now, Louis." She says with her hand braced on the doorframe. "Don't......say anything until I'm done, okay?"

He nods, enforcing her rule. She smiles a small smile before letting themselves into the dim room. The glass pane does nothing to hide the young man sitting at the table in the adjacent room. He is staring at the glass as if he can see right through it, and Louis' blood chills. He follows the boy's eyes as he crosses the room and finds the gaze unbroken.

He resists the urge to ask who this is. He knows. He saw Harry the previous day, outside the house on Lost Lake when he was being dragged away. Was he a special case that he got to stay here? Rather than being shipped off to a rehabilitation institution.

Louis crosses his arms over his chest and just watches silently. Why is he here? Harry has untidy curly locks of hair that look like they'll remain soft no matter the amount of grease in them. His green eyes are piercing and hard, but the irises could be moving like they speak their own language. He had a cut across his eyebrow, leaving a clean hairless streak in one area. Louis felt sorry for this young individual who could be at most two years older than himself.

There is a man sat across Harry who Louis didn't notice.

"That's Dr. Aspire." His mother explains softly. "He's here to try getting Harry to talk."

"Try?" Louis shuts up when his mother gives him a stern look. She looked nervous, like she's trying to figure out how to say something.

"Do you know this boy, Louis?"

"Not very well. Anne's son and his name's Harry. That's it."

His mother sighs. "Does he know you?"

"Uh.....maybe."

"He's asking for you."

"Huh? What for?" Louis looks at Harry through the one-sided glass.

"Listen." She presses a button and twists a nob before the sound of a calm voice fills the room.

"Harry. How are you today?" The man says to Harry who blatantly ignores him.

Louis notices that Harry's wearing a neat button-up shirt and has a bandanna through his hair. The rings on his fingers dance the table as Harry scratches mindlessly at the surface.

"I'm Dr. Aspire. Do you remember me from yesterday?"

He gets a reaction now, a small nod from his companion.

"Excellent. Do you remember what happened yesterday, Harry?"

Harry frowns and Louis watches his Adam's Apple bob as he swallows. "I....I don't want to."

"Why not?"

Harry glares at the doctor, and Louis finds himself looking away. "Because it....it can't be true. It's a lie."

"A lie? Who would lie to you?"

"He-He wasn't there." Harry's posture slumps, and his shoulders curve inwards until Louis thinks it's painful. "I thought something happened to him."

"Yes?"

"I went to look. But.....But they said it was a dream. I wasn't dreaming!" Harry's helpless expression vanishes and his voice is a roar, booming around in both rooms and Louis steps
back.

"Who, Harry?"

"Louis." He whispers it like a pilgrim in worship.

Louis uncrosses his arms and leans forward, closer to the glass pane that conceals him. His jaw hangs open and his hairs stand on end. Him? Is this about him? Is this why he's here?

"Are you sure you don't know him?" His mother switches off the sound nervously. "Don't lie to me, Louis. Please."

"I'm not lying." Louis half gasps and half shouts. "I don't know this guy! He means someone else, mom."

"He doesn't. Listen." She redials the nob and Harry's voice seeps into their mind.

".....can't be real. He's real." Harry argues heatedly.

"Harry, listen to me. Louis doesn't consent to knowing anything."

Louis didn't consent to anything, or say that he doesn't consent to anything either.
Harry is positively broken. "W-What?"

The doctor sighs. Obviously, they've told Harry this before. "He doesn't know you, Harry."

"It can't be. He does. He-He....."

"You're going to a rehab center, Harry. Your family thinks it's best for you and then you can come back home."

"I want to see him."

"Harry?"

"Louis. I want to talk to him." Harry's tone is threatening. "I want to hear it from him that he doesn't know me, that he doesn't remember us."

"Louis isn't-"

"I won't go anywhere otherwise."

The doctor sighs and turns around in his chair to look at the window before rising to leave.
After watching the doctor exit, Louis goes back to Harry and catches him staring back. Could he see through? That made Louis compulsively afraid and he looked down, away that chilling stare.

He knew Louis? How? Louis' mind whirled and his thought swam uncontrollably. It terrified him to learn that a psychotic-prone individual has fantasies about him. Why wouldn't it?
Louis' mom let in the doctor who looked at Louis sympathetically before turning away.

"Your decision?" He asks his mother emptily. "Is he going in?"

"Should he?" His mother looks alarmed, probably a reflection of Louis' current expression.

The doctor sighs and Louis wants to scream at him. "I think we shouldn't indulge him. Just let his mind move on. It is most likely that after just meeting with Louis here, Harry took to obsession and compulsion. With this, he created an alternate world where he has what he can't have here."

It saddened Louis to think about the trigger of Harry's insomnia. A person could be so insecure and so lonely that their imagination served as an escape.

"On the other hand, Louis going in and being firm with him could also do him some good."
Louis' mother turns to him. "I want you to be safe, and I didn't want this bothering you."
Louis shakes his head. "I would have needed to know. I don't mind going in. Is he dangerous?"

"He isn't a threat to your safety." The doctor answers. "Not with the image he's created of you."

That was even more unsettling to Louis. "O-Okay."

His mom smiles at him before letting the doctor guide him out the door and through the connecting door. Louis shoved his hands into his pockets and bit his lip painfully.

"All you have to do is tell him the truth." The doctor says reassuringly. "He won't hurt you. Don't worry."

Louis nods twice before twisting the handle and opening the door. The doctor sticks to his back as he enters the room. Harry is at the table, instantly looking up and Louis' heart sinks in his chest.

"Lou."

[A/N: I'm back!!! Oh. My. Heavens. I'm so excited and so very, very nervous for this story. It's the concluding installment and it took me forever to decide on a plot-line. PLEASE say hi down below in the comments section and let me know whether you're as excited as I am. Brrr. - S xx]

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