I'm not weak - Larry

Chapter 5

Louis POV

I'm nervous. Louis Tomlinson is nervous. The soon to be leader is nervous.

Why?

Because I am on my way to visit a friend I haven't seen in more than 10 years. To my relief am I not going alone, I talked to Niall and begged him to go with me. He agreed and promised he would never talk about the fact that I begged him to come with me.

My father's rule: Alphas don't beg, everyone always listen to them no matter what. Lets say I do not agree with that. *cough* Bullshit *cough*

We walk now into the o so familiar street. his street.

Niall made sure to inform Anne - His mum - that we were coming and according to Niall, she almost cried. She hopes that he will open up to his old friend and I know that the other boys hope that too. Though they don't know Harry.

Niall doesn't either but his parents and Harry's parents are friends so he had come around there but only after harry... 'went away'

Niall stops in front of the house. All so familiar, as if I have a deja vu. I know I don't cause Niall is standing next to me.

I take a deep breath and walk towards the door, I stop in front of it and take a little look at Niall. He smiles at me and nods as a sign that I need to ring the doorbell.

So I do.

It takes like 30 seconds for us to hear footsteps inside the house. - I may or may not have counted. - When the door opens, we see Anne standing there. She looks almost no different from the time that I used to come here almost every day. Except for the fact that she is almost crying.

'Louis! You have grown so much' That's all she says before she takes me in a bone-crashing hug. I return the hug, just a little bit less bone crashing.

She lets me go and than takes Niall into the same bone-crashing hug.

'Nice to see you again, Anne.' Niall says to her with a smile 'How is it going?'

'It's alright, but... you know.. Harry still doesn't speak' She replies with tears in her eyes. 'I just don't understand! There must happened something, but I can't get him to speak, or do anything for that matter. He just lays on his bed, doing nothing but sleep and me or Gemma bring him food and try to talk to him, but never a response. I don't know what to do anymore!'

She sounds so desperate. It must be so hard, for them. First you lose your son and than 10 years later he comes back and doesn't speak. I wouldn't know how that feels but I can imagine it. I mean, it was still a friend of me, who I lost and got back now.

'Can we go see him? It doesn't matter for me if he speaks or not but' I start out loud but end up whispering 'I really missed him'

'Of course!' she immediately replies and motions for us to come in and closes the door behind us 'He's upstairs but I warn you both, there is a big chance he doesn't speak and he may have changed a bit from what he used to be like.'

We both nod before going upstairs. Half way up, I stop and turn around to see Anne still standing in the hall 'Still the same room?' I ask her and she nods in response.

I turn around again and walk the last part of the stairs. At the end of the stairs we come in a hallway with 4 doors; 2 left, 2 right. I know the second door on the right has always been Harry's room.

I again take a deep breath, which I seem to do a lot lately before I go and knock on the door. I wait for a full minute with Niall standing behind me, but there doesn't come any response.

When there still isn't a reply after 2 minutes I slowly start to open the door so I can look inside. What I did forget was that the door always cracks when you open it. So when I open it, I'm met with 2 forest green eyes staring at me. Harry Styles.

I let the doorknob fall from my hand and the door opens completely, so Niall can see him as well.

Harry doesn't notice Niall though, He keeps staring at me with wide eyes filled with shock and... tears. Doesn't he want to see me?

There is hanging some tension in the air I can't really place, but I know I want to break it.

But what in the hell do you say when you see a friend you haven't seen in 10 years because he had been taken away for some reason.

'C-can we come in?' I just stutter a bit and since when do I stutter? I'm an alpha for gods sake! The 'always confident' thing is so not true.

Harry blinks a few times and it looks like he now noticed Niall for the first time and looks between me and him before he slowly nods. From the inside I'm grinning like an idiot because even if it isn't talking, I get some kind of response.

We both walk into his room and Niall shuts the door behind him.

When we are both inside, Harry tabs on the bed as an invention for us to sit. We both take the offer and go sit on his bed.

This all feels so weird. I remember the Harry when he was only 6 years old. He always talked and was playing, he always laughed at the most stupid jokes and so did I at the time. Always fun, never any awkward tension. Now the only thing there is, is awkward tension.

I think Niall has enough of the silence - when we're at the tree house he is always the one that breaks the silence so that's no surprise - 'I don't think you know who I am, I'm Niall'

Harry nods before starting to look for something. He than picks up a pencil and a notebook. He bites on his lip while he slowly begins to write something on the notebook. When he is done he holds it up to us so we can read that he wrote in a very child like handwriting 'I'm Harry'

Niall looks at me, obviously he has no idea how to response to this. So at some point I got confidence back and decide to speak up as well 'Do you mind us being here?'

A 'No' is immediately being written down.

I now start to look at him, at how he looks like. When we're younger he always had light brown straight hair, now it's dark brown curls. He had those shining green like a forest eyes. Now they're dull but still forest green. He smiled a lot and now the only expression he had with his lips was a thin line when he didn't bit on his lower lip. He always had full cheeks, like most children have but now you can see his cheek bones very clear. Too clear. Because he sits in bed with only a T-shirt I see that he is skinny, like he hasn't got any food for weeks. And on his left arm is a big blue bruise, which looks like goes further through under his T-shirt. While he always looked so alive, he now looks lifeless.

It looks so sad that it almost has me crying, keyword almost.

I got put out of my thoughts by Niall who snaps his fingers in front of m face and motions to the paper Harry is holding now.

It's difficult to read all the words, because of the child-like handwriting but I manage to read 'Why are you here?'

I blink a few times, I should have expected the question but I don't know the answer. Was It because the boys pushed me? No. Was It because I'm in need of a mate? Definitely not. 'Because I missed you' is the honest answer I whisper to him. And I really did. Missed him every single day. Even 3 days ago, but I never showed that to anyone.

Than there happens something I didn't expect to happen. Harry crawls over to me and pulls me in a hug and starts to cry on my shoulder. I don't think to much about my next move and start to hug back and comfort him by stroking his back.

When his cries stopped, he doesn't let go of me. Neither do I. I actually quite enjoy this, maybe not in the way I should. Maybe I shouldn't enjoy this at all.

Before he pulls back he whispers with a deep and grown up voice that sounds like it haven't been used in a long time 'I missed you too'