A/N: Sorrrry for keeping you guys waiting!

But i've been extremely busy with school and my grandfather in the hospital...

I hope you enjoy this!

Photographs and Memories by Jason Reeves on the side, listen if you want :)

Dedicated to: @Velthur1 for his so sweet comment on the previous chapter!

~Hunter xx.

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Louis POV

I was sitting on my bed surrounded by old pictures of Harry and I from when we were younger trying to remember something. But, nothing is coming yet. I grab my hair and pull while groaning.

“Why, why can’t I remember anything?” I said smacking my forehead, I stop and spot one picture in particular.

It’s a picture of us, Harry looks around five and I look around eight. We were sitting by the fire place; Harry was laying in between my legs, sipping hot chocolate.

 “Mum, could we go out and play in the snow,” Harry asked his mom, with me by his side.

“Sure sweetie, make sure you dress very warmly,” She said earning a big smile to plaster on Harry’s face.

He looks to me smiling widely, “Don’t just stand there, the snow will melt by the time we get out there!” He pulls on my wrist as Anne looks on laughing.

He pulls me to his room and throws random things my way, yelling for me to get the stuff on. Harry is something when he is eager to do something.

We are soon dressed up and heading our way outside. Harry opens the door and we look outside. The snow is still falling hard; it looks like something that should happen on Christmas morning. We both bolt out the door and start a snow ball fight.

We made snowmen and snow angels; it was the best day ever. We were in the middle of a snow ball fight when Anne opens the door, “Harry and Lou, come on inside.” We dropped the snow balls and ran inside.

We peel off our wet clothes and sit by the fireplace. Anne gave us some hot chocolate and Harry sits in between my legs laying down on my chest drinking his hot chocolate.

“Lou?”Harry asked looking up from where he is sitting.

“Yes?”

“How do you know if you like someone?” Harry asked looking down at his mug.

“Well, when you like someone it’s not hard to tell. If you hands get all sweaty, your heart pounds in your chest rapidly, and if they are all you ever think about. Why?”

“Ohh I was just wondering.”

“Ohh, is my little Hazza growing up?”

“Stop Lou.”

“No, my little Hazza has a crush; I feel like a proud father, you’re growing up!” I said and reach around and pinched his chubby cheeks.

“Lou, stop,” Anne said coming into the room, “Now, what is this I hear that Harry has crush?”

“Mum just drop it please,” He said putting his face in his hands.

“Alright, well I just wanted to let you know dinner will be ready in a little bit. And Lou honey the roads are terrible you’re staying here tonight.” She left us.

“Yay, another sleepover!” Harry eagerly shouted.

I snapped out of my flashback, I wonder why Harry asked me that. Could Harry have liked me back then? I shake that away from my thoughts. Continuing to look at photos, when another one catches my eye.

It was of my father and me, the way he looked at me I knew he would be here to stay. I was crying on the grass and he was kneeled in front of me.

 “But, daddy I don’t want to leave.”

“I know bud, but we have too. Daddy got a new job.”

“Can’t I stay here with Harry?”

“I’m afraid not, I’ll miss you too much,” He said wiping away a stray tear.

“But, please I don’t want to leave Harry.”

“I know, I love what he does to you. But, I’ll promise you we will be back.”

“But, I think I may like him, more than a friend.”

“I know, I can see how you look at him. Honestly, I wouldn’t care if you feel in love with the ugliest person ever; you’ll still be my little Louis.”

“Really?”A smile is plastered on my face.

“Yes, now let’s go and say our goodbyes, “My father smiles wiping away my tears and hugging me tightly.

 “Yeah, you promised me we will be back, but not like this.” A tear slips from my eye and lands on the picture. I sigh and fall back on the bed and close my eyes.

Mark POV

Finally, that bitch is out of our lives. I can finally focus more on getting Lou to remember more. She was the only thing in the way now we got rid of her for good.

I drove back to my house where Lou is now.  With the new custody papers on the passenger seat, I can’t wait until Lou is finally legally mine.

Soon I am at the house, I get inside and it’s all too quiet.

“Lou?” I walk up the stairs and open up his door and I spot him in the middle of his bed surrounded by pictures fast asleep.

I slowly walk over and collect them. Stopping every so often looking at them, and I see my favorite picture. It’s of him and I on the couch, he’s on my knee looking up at me with his eyes shining brightly, and I’m looking down at him smiling. He’s about three in this picture, but the emotion that shows, it will always be my favorite; until a new photo will take its place.

I set the photos on the side and put the duvet over Lou, kissing his forehead, “Don’t worry I’ll help you remember.” He moves over and I go back downstairs. No later someone knocks on the door.

I open it to reveal Harry, “Hey, he’s asleep right now,” I notice he’s holding a very familiar box in his hands.

“Ohh, I could come back…”

“No, nonsense. Come on in, want something to drink or eat?”

“Yes please to both.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Nope.” I leave him to retrieve some snacks and sodas.  I retreat back into the room and notice him sitting down with his gaze fixated on the box in his hands.

Harry POV

“You can capture so much emotion in one picture, but it’s easy to forget a memory when you don’t have the evidence of your adventure.” Harry said looking up to me, “I remember you told me that when Lou and I were younger. You told us to always have our memories photographed so when we get older we can look back at all that we done. And I thank you for that, because then I wouldn’t even know where to start to help Lou remember.”

“I knew that were to come in handy in the future. And I would always think why not capture the cherished moments on film. A way anything will never be forgotten.”

“Harry, may I speak with you?” Mark asked me and I gulped. I didn’t do anything wrong, did I? I hope not. I slowly nod and walk over with him.

“Don’t worry bud, you’re not in trouble, I need to ask you a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“Well, I noticed how you and Lou have so many memories that your little brains can’t always remember them, so I got this wonderful idea. Why not photograph everything, and if you can’t ask someone you trust to do it for you.” I hand over a camera to the grinning boy.

“I will.”

“And remember this, You can capture so much emotion in one picture, but it’s easy to forget a memory when you don’t have the evidence of your adventure. So always you should always have a reason to capture something.”

 “The thing I can’t get over is how you remember that.” I look up, and turn the box. Written in a 6 year old handwriting was that exact quote.

“Every time I would add a picture I would stare at this forever. I remember Lou walked in one time and saw me.”

I was adding a photo to the box and I saw that quote that Lou’s father told me a few weeks ago. Before I forgot it, I ran up the stairs and wrote it hastily on the inside lid of the box.

I put the photo and kept staring at the words etched into the painted cardboard.

“Ohh, there you are Harry. You mum was looking for you.” Lou said walking over to where I was standing, “What are you looking at?”peeking over my shoulder and spotting the quote.

“Just looking at the quote your dad told me a few weeks ago.” I said pointing to it. He reads it aloud and smiles.

“Well, my father is so philosophical. He always comes up with things like this.”

“Yes he is. Let’s go back downstairs.”

 “Well, let’s see if we can find another photo that could spark another memory. But, I do wish I got the kiss on film, it would help so much.” Mark said.

“Wait, what?”

“Whoops, you didn’t know did you?” I shake my head rapidly.

“No, no one ever told me. Who else knows?”

“Your mom and Jay.”

“How?”

“Well, we kind of witnessed it.”

“Well, that explains a lot with the whole idea of Jay hating my guts.”

“Yeah, she really isn’t a nice one.”

“Agreed.” I take out pictures and we scatter them across the table. Looking at each and every one of them, trying to figure out a photo they can use.

Louis POV

I was awoken from a loud laugh. I groan and sit up; I go over to the pictures and find the two I remembered.

I stretch letting my back crack and I wiggle my legs to get the tingly sensation from them.

I walk down the stairs and see my father and Harry laughing hysterically at a photo.

“Yeah, remember he didn’t want to take it off for weeks. You literally had to bribe him with video games until he took it off.”

 “Come on Lou, it’s been three weeks since Halloween. You stink; you need to take this off.”

“No.” I said crossing my arms over my clothed chest. I was wearing my Spiderman costume, and I’ve been wearing this for quite some time now, I don’t want to take it off, he can’t make me.

“Please Lou, you stink so much the dog won’t even go near you.”

“I don’t care; I’m not taking this off.”

“Ohh really, then I guess you don’t want the new Spiderman game then.” He said pulling out the game behind his back.

My eyes widen and I bolt up the stairs and bee line it to the bathroom. God, I do smell. I peel off my clothes and I wash myself up. I was in there for awhile until I knew I was cleaned.

After I get down the stairs, my dad smiles widely. Ruffles my hair and hands me the game.

I smile at the memory and they both look up, “Hey, Lou what got you all smiley?” Harry said

“I remembered that and these two as well.” I said handing them to him. He smiles wider.

“That’s wonderful Lou.” My father said.

“Yeah, it looks like you’ll remember everything in no time. If, not there’s always room for more.” Harry said patting the spot next to him and I sit down leaning into his side.

 My dad gets up and grabs a camera and takes a picture. “More memories.”

I smiled. This is how we spent our day, in the company of each other. Looking at old photographs, but nothing else came to my mind.

 Written by: @HunterMay18