Locker 17

Chapter 10

*Louis' POV*

"What the hell was all that about?"

I say as I help my mum pick up the rest of the shattered pieces of the cup off the floor.

"I don't know? Maybe because Anne hasn't seen you in a long time."

"Long time? I don't remember meeting her before?"

"Yeah and I didn't think I knew Harry on Monday but I soon remembered the familiar face. You just probably don't remember Anne."

"Wait. We know them? I know Harry?"

"Of course! Remember that year I was laid off work for the whole year?"

"Yeah?"

She walks to the living room and I follow her and sit down next to her on the couch.

"And do you remember I babysat for the whole time I was laid off?"

"How old was I again?"

"You were around six or seven I believe."

"Go on."

Is she serious? I try not to push it and try not to sound too desperate about the whole situation.

"Ok so Anne couldn't bare see me trying to save up money for just me and you since your dad would never assist in the house. So she decided to stop paying her old babysitter and asked me to babysit Harry whenever she would work. I remember you two would always be playing or laughing with each other and that time that you told me you liked him, even as small as you were."

My eyes widen at the end of sentence.

"Harry is the kid that-"

She interrupts me before I can finish what I was about say.

"Yes. I thought that the reason why you two were friends was because you two remembered each other?"

My mind is trying to remember the past times when me and Harry were friends. I knew I had seen those green eyes before, I just didn't know where or when.

"No, the thought never occurred to me. Did Anne know about me?"

"This whole week she's been coming over and we talked about you and Harry but I never thought Anne's son was the one with you on Monday."

I remember Harry saying that his mom was out visiting a friend that had just moved into town when I went to his house on Monday.

"What did you tell her?"

I really didn't want Anne to get the wrong impression of me or know that well I'm gay.

"Nothing, just about how the divorce was hard for you and how you've grown up to be such a wonderful young man."

"Wait."

"What is it honey?"

"Did you know that she was living here in Cheshire?"

I stopped myself from asking otherwise that would make this situation awkward.

"No I didn't but one day when I went to the grocery store she was there and we caught up. Funny how all things come back together at some point."

"Yeah."

I stand up from the couch and exit the living room, leaving my mum seated on the couch. I can't believe this, is this for real? I can't wrap my head around all of it. I start to walk upstairs to my room. I enter my room locking the door behind me. My bed is made, I suppose my mum had some extra time today to tidy up my room by the looks of it. I walk to my bed until my legs are touching the side of it, I let my self drop down to it. The memories between me and Harry from our childhood come back, we knew each other before my mum babysat him, when I was around 4 was when I met him. It seems almost impossible for a 17 year old to remember his memories from 13 years ago but I do. All I remember was when we were out at the yard and said our good byes and the last memory of him was when he left and I never saw him again until now. Harry and I made a promise that day, a promise no one else knew about. I lay my head back on the pillow and doze off in a heavy sleep.