*Harry's POV*
"Harry? What are you doing in there?" My mum knocks at the door and when she does Louis and I both turn to look at eachother in horror. Fucking shit.
Louis stands in the middle of the room, eyes wide and mouths to me "What do I do?" I can tell he's nearly scared to death.
"Harry?" She knocks again.
"I'll be right there!" I anser back and stride to where Louis is at, picking his backpack off of the floor and handing it to him.
"Go." I say in a whisper and point to the window. I walk over to the window and open it for him. He quickly rushes to get out of here.
"Wait." I stop him and pull him in for a kiss. He's surprised by my actions and hesitates at first to go along with it.
"Wait for me, I'll be down there in five minutes." I say and he nods his head.
Although we're on the second floor of the house he manages to climb down the tree next to my window without hurting himself of anything. I pick up the books from the floor and try my best to flatten out the creases on the bed from our actions earlier. I close the window and go open the door.
"Hey mum." I lean agaisnt the door frame as she makes her way inside my room without permission.
"I could've sworn I heard someone else in here?" She looks around trying to find someone.
"Mum the oldness is getting to you. I should buy you a hearing aid sometime soon." I laugh and she smacks me with her hand on my arm.
"What are all these books doing here?"
"Louis came by earlier and gave me the sessions he promised. Great teacher by the way." Scenes from just moments ago play back in my head. My mum walks over to where my dirty shirt is at on the floor, shit.
"A dirty shirt on the floor isn't very like you Harry. You better not start to become a snob in this room" She says as she picks up my shirt that I had just recently came on.
"Mum just leave that there I'll take care of it." I stride towards her and take the shirt from her hand and throw it in my hamper. Thankfully she doesn't make much of it and leaves it there.
"Come on Harry I need to show you something." She leads me downstairs only to have me sit down on the couch to talk to her.
"What? Couldn't you just talk to me upstairs?" I spit.
"Calm down Harry. I got a called today from the school. I guess someone filed a request to have you enrolled back in the school-" I interrupt her before she can finish anything.
"Are you serious? This is great!" I nearly jump out of my seat. Niall was being serious after all, guess I owe him an apology or maybe not.
"Let me finish," my mum places her hand on my knee, "they want at least one letter of recommendation and a letter of apology from you." She frowns. She knows me better than I think she does. A letter of apology?
"Fuck that ha!" I stand up and walk over to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. I swish it around inside my mouth and spit it out inside the sink. I look out the window that's in front of the sink where I can the full moon rising. I look over at the time on the stove, 8:23 pm.
"Harry, this is the only chance you have to finish your education properly. Take it." She calls out from behind me, still sitting on the couch. I stand over the sink, thoughts filling my mind. I guess it would be better and a letter never hurt anyone. I sigh and turn around to face her.
"I guess it's fair. One thing though..."
"What?" She asks.
"You help me write the letter." I've never really been good at English so I figure since my mum was a wiz as a teen she'd help me.
"I can't do that honey." She shakes her head and walks out of the living room. She comes back with a pen and paper.
"Here." She places the paper and pen on the dinner table and pats the chair telling me to sit down. I huff and go start on the dumb ass letter.
I sit there for an hour or so until the pen finally touches the paper.
"Dear Principal Williams,
This is my letter to you in apology of my actions this past week. I am aware that what I was doing was uncalled for and illegal. I take full responsibility of everything I did wrong and I promise I will not do anything to jeopardize my education from now on. I promise to be on my best behavior and not cause any trouble. Once again I apologize for everything I have done and I've ever done. I can't stress it more how much I regret everything. This is my only chance for a proper education and I want to take it. I will take this opportunity to show you that I can take this seriously. If you do consider in enrolling me again, I want to thank anyone and everyone who is helping me. Thank you.
Sincerely Harry Edward Styles"
I finally finish writing the short apology later and glance back at the clock, 11:49 pm. My mum is laid on the couch watching television this late at night. I fold the paper and place it inside a white envelope. When I am doing so the phone rings.
"I'll get that, you finish what you're doing." My mum stands up and walks over to the phone, answering it. Meanwhile I lick the envelope to seal it. I overhear my mum talking on the phone.
"Hey Johannah!" She exclaims. "Umm no I haven't seen him? Harry said he was here earlier buy he left a long time ago acccording to him. Well if I see him I'll give you a call, ok bye." She hangs up the phone.
Reality hits me. Louis. I was so caught up with everything that I forgot all about him. Before my mum can tell me anything I rush upstairs to my room and open the window. It's freezing cold.
"Louis!" I yell, not loud enough so my mum won't hear me. There's no response. I take out my phone from the front pocket of my jeans and turn on the light on it and point it downward from the window. I can't see him.
"Harry?" I turn around to my mum.
"Yeah?" I try to cover the window and act as if I wasn't doing anything.
"Louis' mum called, she said if you knew anything else about Louis. He hasn't gotten home and it's getting pretty late. She said she's tried calling him but there's no answer." My stomach drops by her words.
"I don't know." I lie.
"Well if you hear from him or you know where he might be tell me ok."
"S-sure." She leaves the room and I can her her footsteps going downstairs. I fiddle with my phone and dial Louis' number. After three rings I hear a phone ringing under my bed, shit. I stride over and bend down and find Louis' phone on the floor. Twenty missed calls. I pace back and fourth from one side of the room to another, brushing my hair with my fingers. I walk over to my closet and yank a shirt off a hanger and slip it on.
I run downstairs, taking two steps at a time.
"What are you doing Harry?" My mum asks.
"I'm going to go look for Louis." I grab my keys off the counter and grab my coat from the clothes rack ont the wall.
"Harry you can't d-"
"Don't tell me what to do!" I yell and walk out of the house to go find Louis.
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