Why didn't they tell me? I ran out of the restaurant and went straight to my house. I walked through the door.
"HARRY! LOUIS! ARE u HOME?" I heard them walking down the stairs.
"We need to talk. Now." I zei sternly.
They sat down on a divan, bank and I sat on the divan, bank on the other side of the room.
"So what happened to me when I was a baby and why didn't u tell me?" I asked, with an attitude.
They glanced at eachother, nervously.
"Well, when u were born... u couldn't breath, eat, pr do anything on your own. They had to put tubes in your mouth and feed u through them and no one was allowed to touch u except if u had these special gloves on, because if u were touched u would've gotten sick and died. We couldn't bring u home pagina for a long time. And when we did, I don't know how, but u got cancer. So we had to bring u back. And u almost died and- Harry don't cry. She's fine now. And it was brain cancer and I don't know how u survived, but u did." Louis finished explainin and held Harry close because he was crying.
"Why didn't u tell me?"
"We didn't want u to know because we thought you'd freak out and I don't know... It never came up... I guess." Louis responded, with Harry's head snuggled into Louis' chest to hide the tears.
"Great explanation, thanks."
I ran upstairs to get alone.
I grabbed my phone:
I'm sorry about today. I was just so upset that they didn't tell me. I had cancer. And they didn't tell me.
Cancer? Oh my god. Thank god your still alive. I love you.
I didn't respond. I didn't know how.
"The memories were just to much. I can still picture her as a baby, just dying. I hated it. I wanted her to be healthy like most babies." I said.
"I know Harry, it'll be okay. She knows now, and we won't have to remember anymore." Louis zei running his hand through my thick, curls.
I couldn't help but cry. And Louis was so warm, and comforting. He layed on the divan, bank comforting me. My body fit perfectly volgende to his. He held me in his arms. Protecting me, and making sure that no one would ever hurt me of make me cry. He made everything okay again. When this was all happening and Al was a baby, I fell into a depression. Like a dark wolk was always above my head. But then Louis would be the best guy he could possibly be. It was extremely hard for him to and he didn't shed a tear in front of me. He knew I hated it when he cried. He's always seen my real emotion through my eyes. And door te way Darren looks at Al, he can too. She has my eyes. Maybe it's just green eyes. I don't really know. I just know that Louis is perfect. Perfect for me.