A/N: Well, Hello people! 

Song featured: Memories by Earlyrise :)

Dedicated to: @YumNakedLarry because she is my second wifey & her stories are perf! go check them out, and fan her while you're at it :)

~Hunter xx.

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Harry's POV

I sat down on the bed with the black box in between my folded legs. The box had glittery letters pasted on one side, pictures painted on the other three. The letters spelled out 'Hazza and Lou's Memory Box' in green, gold, and blue glitter. I smiled when I thought back to when Louis and I had first made this box. I was five and he had just turned eight.

"Harry, I love you, you know that, right?" Louis looked at me with bright, blue eyes. I smiled and nodded, my curly hair flopping against my dirt-covered face. Louis smiled widely, his eyes squinting until the edges crinkled. With the limited sign language he knew, he quickly signed it to me. Louis had been teaching it to me ever since he started learning it in school. I signed back with shaky hands, messing up slightly with the order. Louis shook his head and signed again, waiting until I got it perfect. "There. Now we both know we love each other," Louis said, putting his hands on his hips. When he did so, he looked almost like Peter Pan looking over the Lost Boys.

I never wanted to forget what he looked like, so I grabbed my new camera that was dangling from my neck, pulling it up to snap a picture of him. Louis looked at me in surprise before smiling. "I wanna see it! When are you going to get the film processed?" Louis plopped down, scooting next to me to look at my new camera. "It's so cool that you have a camera like mine. I already used up all the film on mine," Louis said, opening the bottom of the camera so the brown film plopped out. He unrolled it, holding the film up to the sun, looking at the picture I had just taken of him. "All your pictures are of me, except for one, and that's just my Christmas tree. You didn't have to use up all your film on me!" Louis exclaimed, dropping the film in my lap. I quickly pulled out a black tube, opening the cap to place the film inside.

"Louis, we don't want the pictures to fade from the film," I said matter-of-factly. Louis rolled his eyes and scooched closer to me. I turned my head to look into his eyes, which were already on me, shining with a bit of mischeif and an emotion I knew nothing about. I smiled and raised my eyebrows. "What?" I urged, bumping our shoulders. Louis smiled so wide his eyes grew squinty.

"I think we should make a memory box so we never forget these moments. Like, how we love each other. We shouldn't one day forget those! So, let's make a box so we never forget," Louis exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, already scrambling up to grab supplies. I nodded enthusiastically. It wasn't like I was going to disagree with Louis, though because Louis was Louis. If you said 'no' to him, you might as well kick a little puppy.

We ran into the house, literally hopping onto his bed, which already had a box on it. I looked at him, raising my eyebrow. "Did you already know we were going to do this? Is that why our surprise are already here?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.

"First of all, it is supplies, not surprise. Second, yes, because I know you were going to say 'yes'! It's because you love me," Louis smirked, sticking his tongue out at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, promising myself I'll have to find a way to disagree.

"Whatever. Let's start!" I yelled, grabbing the black paint and brushes from inside the box, squirting the liquid onto a plate.

I smiled at the memory, pulling out the picture of a young Louis with his hands on his hips and adoration in his eyes. Louis looks exactly like he did as a kid, starry-eyed and adventourus, ready for anything life had to throw at him. Slowly, I took out the small film box, popping the cap to take out the roll of negatives inside. I held it up to the light, looking at the mutliple pictures of Louis as a kid, along with the single picture of the small Christmas tree Louis kept in his room. He would always invite me over on Christmas day so we could decorate the fake tree made for window decoration in stores. The real tree, the one kept in the living room, was decoared by his mother, who wouldn't let anyone else hang ornaments or tinsel. Louis' father gave him the Christmas tree for his birthday one year because Louis had always wanted to decorate.

My eyes caught on a shiny object. I looked over and saw it. It was a long, golden chain, still sparkling like it did the first day I recieved it. I grabbed it and looked at the multiple charms covering each ring of the chain. It has to hold at least fifty charms, all meaning a different thing to Louis and I. I looked at the lady bug, remembering how it is supposed to represent good luck. The frog meaning to represent our leaps through life. But the heart with golden swirls surrounding is what caught my full attention. I thought back to when Louis had first got me the charm. It was back on Valentine's day, when I was six and he was nine. It was only a little bit before he had to leave.

I looked up to Louis, who was looking out the window, sadness filling his face. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong with him, why he was so sad. My eyes dragged down his body, stopping at the purple bruise spread across his arm. I could feel my heart drop to my stomach. That bruise wasn't there yesterday. Why was it there now? I had to ask. I had to make sure my Louis was okay. That my Louis wasn't suriously hurt. "Louis," I spoke softly, catching Louis' attention. He hadn't noticed that his father had let me inside and that I was standing there, watching him from the doorway. "What is that bruise from?" I asked, striding over to him, stumbling on my shaky feet.

Louis quickly pulled down his sleeve, peeking my suspicions. What was he trying to hide? "I fell, Harry, don't worry about it," Louis said a little too quickly. Louis was great at a lot of things. Hugging, making crafts, and burning food. But, Louis was a shit liar. And he was doing it right now.

"Louis, don't lie to me. Why would you lie to me?" I asked, some tears starting to form in my eyes. Louis shook his head, his face dropping.

"Please don't cry!" He pleaded, but the warm liquid was already falling down my cold cheeks. How could he lie to me? He has never lied to me! Well, he hasn't lied to me about something serious like this! Only little things like when I asked if he got me a present for Christmas and he had said 'no'. "No, Harry, please don't cry. It's just that I can't tell you. Hey, stop crying. If I give you a present, will you stop crying?" Louis asked, pulling back from me to see my nod. He smiled and scrambled from his window seat, running over to his dresser to pull out a small box wrapped in golden paper, a bow with red and pink hearts on it placed on top. He handed the box over to me with a smile. I smiled back and opened the present, carefully peeling the paper, not wanting to rip the beautiful covering. Louis rolled his eyes and huffed. He had always hated the way I open presents because he though you were supposed to rip them up! But, I like to take my time, slowly opening it to make the moment go on for longer.

When I finally finished peeling back the paper and tape, I looked at the small, red box with golden lettering on top. The letters spelled out 'Harry. Happy Valentine's Day. I Love You.' I smiled up to him. Even the box was beautiful! I knew this present was going to be amazing. I lifted the lid, pulling back the white tissue paper. A small, red heart with golden swirls surrounding it was placed delicately on a small bed of satin and fluff. I looked up to Louis with wide eyes. I knew my dumb present wouldn't be as good as this one. I could feel tears forming in my eyes again. This time I didn't try to hold them back. Louis looked shocked.

"Do you hate it that much, Harry?" Louis asked, hurt and confusion leaking into his voice. I shook my head.

"No, you dumb head! I love it so much! I don't know why I'm crying! I'm just so happy!" I yelled through tears, laughing a little at my stupid self. Louis laughed and pulled me into a hug. I clutched onto him, clawing at his back.

"I'm happy you love it, Harry," Louis said, kissing my head. I pulled away slightly to reach into my coat pocket, grabbing the badly wrapped box to hand to Louis. I felt a blush light up my cheeks, making my whole face heat up, when I saw his eyes rake over it. I knew I was shit at wrapping presents, it wasn't even presentable.

"Sorry I'm a dipthong when it comes to wrapping, Louis," I whispered, nuzzling my face into his shirt. He shook his head and chuckled. His voice was deepening slightly, and it made the blush on my cheeks deepen.

"Harry, it's beautiful," Louis said. He slowly unwrapped the paper, carefully tearing the tape as to not rip the paper. Why was he unwrapping it so slowly? He usually tears the paper apart, not letting it faze him. Louis was never slow about anything. He always was excited about things, not wanting to wait for the result. But, this time, Louis was taking his time, picking at the tape like it was a delicate, living creature. I looked on in awe. When he finally unwrapped the box, a smile lit up his face, making his eyes sparkle. He picked up the box, looking inside at the clay figurine I had badly sculpted. It was just a pink heart with our names carved in it with a toothpick. And I'm sure I spelt 'Happy Valentine's Day!' wrong on the back. "This is so wonderful, Haz! I love you, you know that?" Louis asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

I pulled him into a hug, holding onto him like I could never let go. Louis was warm and comfortable. I just feel so loved when I'm with him. And I hope Louis feels loved by me, too. I mean, I do love him a lot. "I know. I love you, too," I whispered into his ear. We pulled away from each other to stare into each others' eyes. Louis suddenly ducked down to press a kiss to my cheek. The skin where he kissed quickly heated up in a blush. "What was that for?" I asked, amazed he had done such a thing.

"Because I love you, silly."

I looked down at the golden wrapping paper that was turning in my hands. It shined in the light with a certain sparkle that screamed Louis. A tear fell down my cheek. Louis has to remember these things. These things make us what we are today. I looked up and into the window, the window that looked right into Louis' room. He was sitting on the window seat, looking at something. His eyes met mine and he smiled, waving slightly. His arm was in a cast. I felt my heart drop as I smiled waving back at him. I looked down at the box of memories and made up my mind. I picked it up, making my way over to Louis' house.

Mark's POV

"Mr. Payne-" I started sitting down at the desk in the big office. Mr. Payne stopped me, making me shut up.

"Liam," he said, smiling.

"Liam," I corrected. "I need to resign these custody papers now. Louis needs to live with me after what his mother has done. Can I resign them now? Can I get my Louis back?" I asked, hoping I could sign them now and get this over with. With Jay in jail and Louis all alone at the house, I feel like I need to make sure he stays with me.

"Well, yes, you can. With the way Jay has been treating Louis and Harry, I'm not surprised you would want to pull Louis away from that enviroment. I'm happy she was caught, though. She deserves to be behind bars," Liam said, handing me the papers and a pen. I quickly signed it.

Louis is going to stay with me now.

No One's POV

The wind blew uncomfortably. Something heavy was going through the air, making the prison guards antsy. Was something going on, the guards wondered, keeping their strong faces on. A woman with long, brunette hair passed them. She had a wide smile on her face that chilled the guards. She looked back at them and waved. They waved back waringly, afraid of the slightly deranged woman in front of them. She smirked and shook her head before walking off. When the gates opened, she stopped. She breathed in the air with a wicked smile.

"They thought they could get rid of me that easily, huh?"

Written by: @breethebree