[A/N: I love when you guys start panicking at the end of an update and start throwing assumptions at me. Haha it's so adorable :') I love you all and I'm saying this before I move from my bed, with morning breath, so it must be true. Anyway, this is the last update of ze weekend and I hope you like it. Please like it, I can't handle rejection.]

My demons found a home with yours.

"Harry?" She asks.

Harry's eyes flutter from Louis to the small girl who seems to know him on a first-name basis. He cocks his head to the side towards his shoulder, gazing down with a tiny frown.

"Phoebe?" Louis addresses his sister. "How do you know h-him?"

Phoebe is ages younger than Louis and anyone she met, he'd already approved of them.

"Harry's my friend." She responds chirpily, stepping into the room with an easy smile.

"Mommy used to ask him to watch me sometimes."

Oh fucking Hell, Louis thinks. Of course his mom and Harry's mom were friends since conception and always went back and forth with the sweet favours.

Harry and he were probably mates at one point. What if they were? At an age where neither
were aware enough to register anything of importance. This is further alarming to Louis.
He must have lost himself to his thoughts because now Harry was staring at him as if to ask, Is this true? How the Hell is he supposed to answer that?

"Wanna bake with us, Harry?" Phoebe yanks both boys away from their staring contest.

Louis immediately scrambles for an excuse. He could be in immense trouble, deep and never-ending dillemmas if one of his parents were to waltz in to casually catch Harry here. Harry's - nicely put - state of mind needed to be considered, always. Louis' mother won't be very gracious in accepting that he has promised to visit the rehab center for one of Harry's therapy sessions.

Harry seems to catch on to Louis' uneasiness. "I already promised my sister, love." He turns on the charm he's been especially gifted with. Louis watches on in fascination. "Another time, yes?"

"Okay." She smiles in childish innocence, slipping her hand into her brother's and tugging.

"Lou? You promised!"

"Coming, sweetheart." Louis admonishes. "Go on down and let me uh...say goodbye."

"Alright. Bye, Harry!" She waves to him before skipping out of the room and both males watch her go.

"Y-You should go." Louis says after a brief pregnant silence. "I have to go check on her."

"Oh. Yes, alright." Harry answers, reluctantly stepping through Louis' window. "Bye, Lou."
He disappears in the fading daylight without so much as a glance backwards. Harry didn't think he'd leave if he did. Louis clenched his fists and stared at the wall below his window, tracing the bubbles of dried paint to keep from going to the window and finding his latest acquaintence's shadow.

Phoebe is obediently seated at the kitchen counter with her robe on when Louis arrives in comfortable attire. Sighing loudly, he gets to work on positioning Phoebe's stool by the sink so she could rinse out the pans and trays.

"Lou?" She calls as he's pulling out eggs from the fridge.

"Phoebs?" He hums.

"Why is Harry in trouble?"

And Louis is stumped for the second time by his baby sister. "What do you mean?"

"He had that thing on his leg. I remember Mommy saying it made sure bad people stayed where they were supposed to."

Oh fuck. Louis drops the egg carton onto the counter. He hadn't noticed an monitoring anklet on Harry's foot. He didn't look that low so it's forgivable, yes? No, he answers himself. He needed to check that anklet, see whether it would give a print-out of Harry's whereabouts - example Louis' own bedroom where he could get into an enormous amount of punishment.

What about Phoebe? What difference would it make going over there? Does Harry know? If he did, maybe he wouldn't have come. Louis doesn't even know the distance allowed on that device. Mentally cursing his stupidity, Louis carries Phoebe from the stool to his hip before going for the door.

"Lou!" She shrieks, making grabby hands at the sink where she was forced to abandon her task. "Where are we going?!"

"To visit someone." He replies, shoving his Renault keys into his jacket pocket.

"Lou!" She whines. "You promised!"

"I know, love. I just need to do something real quick."

"Fine." She crosses her arms on his shoulder and let's him carry her out into his car after picking up the keys from the floor.

Lost Lake is a five-minute drive from Louis' house, and with Phoebe fidgeting with the radio it took ten. Pulling up in front of the house Louis starts to doubt his motives. What difference would this make exactly? If he really wanted to make a difference, then he should be at home preparing a list of excuses with the process of Trial and Error. But he's already here
now.

Knocking on the front door is simple enough. Phoebe is busy with Louis' newly purchased phone, and he is estimating a one to three hundred dollar repair expense now.

"Hi?" It comes out as a question when Anne answers the door and her frown is swapped out for a surprise.

"Hi. I'm Louis-"

"I know who you are." She smiles, stepping to the side and widening the opened space.

"Come in, dear. Is that Phoebe in the car?"

"Um yes. She.....didn't want to come in." Upstairs, Harry's attention sparks and he sits up from playing with Hamster at his desk.

"Well she can't stay out there all by herself. Gemma!" She wipes her hands on her dishtowel. "Why are you here, son?"

"Uh. To....To see him." Louis has never been one for one-on-one conversations. "Harry."

"Oh." She glances toward the stairs. "Upstairs. Go on up."

"Thanks." Louis was at the nervous stage of shivering. What was he even doing?

"Louis?" She stops him on the sixth step.

"Are you.....sure?"

Louis' heart may have cracked a little at the tone she used. She was asking him if he was okay with speaking to Harry, like it was kind but not compulsory.

"I am." He smiles and she smiles back just as a ginger-haired girl steps out of the living room, tucking in the duck tail that formed at her back.

"Hi." She greeted him. "I'm Gemma."

"Louis."

"Here for my brother?"

Louis was thrown - he lost count of the amount of time that's happened to him this past day.

"Y-Yes. Is that alright?"

"It's fine." She smiles. "Tell him it's turn to cook dinner and I'm waiting."

"I-I will." He stumbles up the rest of the steps, slightly in a twilight daze.

Gemma was trying to hide everything that normally hurt a person when they found out their sibling was not all that.....normal. She was good at it and Louis found himself wishing he could be like her.

He taps his knuckles against Harry's door. It's the slightly ajar one where he can see Harry's curls on the inside. Why didn't anyone tell him which room was his?

Harry doesn't call back, he rises and opens the door himself because he wanted to. He doesn't bother with the formality of hiding his shock, green eyes getting a little wider and eyebrows lifting a smidget in height.

"You have-" Louis starts.

"Come in." Harry cuts him off.

Deciding it best not to anger him, Louis obliges. Harry's room is bland and empty. No posters on the walls and just the bare essentials. Louis liked it.

"You have an anklet." Louis states, more clearer this time. He now purposely looks down Harry's leg to see the black strap on his skinny jeans.

"I know." Harry blocks the window.

"It's meant to watch where you go."

Harry nods calmly.

"They'll know you came-"

"What happened to you?" Harry is speaking through his teeth, tightly clenched and furious. The green of his eyes is lost to a dark shadow, his nostrils are flared at the tip of his nose is
red like he is combatting the seasonal flu.

"What?" Louis jumps back, afraid of Harry's snappy question.

Harry closes the distance between them and takes Louis' arm, ignoring the pointless squirming Louis does. He tries to take his wrist back but Harry is much too strong for him, so he goes for turning around and blocking the horrid sight from Harry. Nobody wanted to see that part of him.

"Harry, they'll know you came to my room. I'll be-"

"Was it that bastard from the station?"

"Harry!" Louis gasps, outraged that Harry's previous demeanor was but a mask worn to fool Louis.

"He hurt you-"

"This isn't what I came for." Louis sighs. He hated confrontation. "I came to ask you about- What are you doing?"

Louis knew what Harry was doing. A comforting act of lightly tracing Louis' scars that started from his shoulder in a horrid view down to his wrist. It was ugly, he knew that. Each cut had healed over and was now black with scabbing.
The oldest - two months old - were far from being mere vanished or faded emotional wounds. (x)

"I don't like this." Harry seems to murmur to himself.

Louis has never been put into a situation as unnerving as this, it made him uneasy and extremely vulnerable. He didn't like to be touched - especially by persons he just encountered on not so pleasant standards. Harry seemed ignorant of all this, and while Louis squirmed against the door fumbling for the doorknob and abandoning all hope of having a decent conversation, he goes on to stare at the marks on Louis' skin. It aggravated Harry to see what another person has done to his Louis, he was certain now that only he is capable of keeping Louis happy.

"Why?" Harry has to ask.

"I didn't come here for this-"

"Tell me why you let this happen to you. I could have protected you."

"I don't bloody know you, Harry. And I don't think I'd ever want to considering all you point out is what's wrong with me!"

"There's nothing wrong with you, Lou." Harry doesn't look at him in the eye. "You're perfect."

Louis was about to argue again for the millionth time in twenty-four hours with Harry. He really was.

But when Harry's lips drew closer and smashed against his, all coherent thought flew out the window. Now, he was furious.

How dare Harry kiss him? Who did he think he was? Being psycho suddenly gave him the pass to be rude and wayward, Louis hated that. He'd told Harry over and over that he had a boyfriend and was happy.

He shoved Harry back with pent-up force, before opening the door and storming out with a violent slam to the doorframe. Harry stared at it blankly before blinking back to the present. He doesn't understand.

"Louis?" Harry's mom looks at him with a puzzled expression, he's drawing the back of his hand across his lips for the twelfth time now.

"I'm fine. Thank you for....letting me see him." In the middle of that sentence he realised that what he'd come here for, remains unaccomplished. That annoyed him further.

"No problem, sweetie. You can visit whenever you'd like." She frowns while saying it.

"Maybe when he gets back?"

Louis smiles out of courtesy to her. "Maybe."

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