Hello hello hello! I finally got around to finishing another chapter for this story, and When The Wolves Come Out is next!! A few things about this chapter! There are mentions of religion, please understand that I do not mean to offend anyone. What I mention is for the sake of the story, and if it does offend any of you, I deeply and sincerely apologize. I listened to Whirlwind Of Rubbish by Evangelist while writing this chapter. It is not edited but please enjoy. Don't forget to vote and comment! Enjoy!

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When monday came around and Blake absolutely had to go back to school, Louis had offered to take him but couldn't when he didn't have a driver's license. That's when he had asked Harry to take him so he could get one, set on doing it right away and not taking a no for an answer. That morning he accepted Harry's offer of letting him go with him to drop Blake off then drive him to Anne's so he wouldn't be alone all day. She wasn't working that day and had happily invited Louis over.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Anne hugged him as soon as he and Harry had walked in.

"Morning Anne." Louis hugged her back, letting go so she could hug Harry.

"You feel so cold." Anne told Harry, "You need to wear more warm clothes than what you're wearing, you're going to get sick."

"I told him but he wouldn't listen to me." Louis said as he smiled.

The final days of October were starting to get colder, making Louis wonder if Blake was gonna go Trick or Treating. He wanted to take him, but was worried about him getting sick from the cold. He looked at Anne, making a mental note to ask her about past years so he'll know what to do and expect. He snapped out of his thoughts when Anne let go of Harry and made her way to the kitchen, leaving them standing alone in the foyer.

"I'll see you home later tonight, okay? My mum is going there after picking Blake up from school." Harry told him as he stepped closer to Louis, slowly wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Okay, but don't get home too late. I want us to have dinner together, Anne is going to help me cook it." Louis smiled, already so excited, "I invited dad too, I don't want him to be alone. Hope you don't mind."

"Of course not. He's always welcomed as long as you and Blake want him there." Harry rested his cheek on the top of Louis' head, loving how small Louis was.

"Thank you." Louis told him, burying his face on the crook of Harry's neck until the older man pulled away.

"I have to go now. I love you." Harry told him, smiling when Louis' cheeks tinted a lovely shade of pink.

"Love you too. Be safe, okay." Louis let go of him, accepting Harry's kiss.

He wanted more but he sadly had to let him go, there were people that needed Harry and Louis was so proud of him. He watched him through the window until Harry left, then made his way to the kitchen where Anne was making tea. He took a seat at the table, watching Anne until she made her way to him with two cups of tea.

"I hope you still like your tea the same." Anne told him.

"I do." Louis gave her a warm smile, "Nothing's changed, at least about me." Louis sighed, looking up at her to find her giving him a sad look.

"I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have said that." She took a seat next to him.

"No no! God no! Anne don't feel like that." Louis gave her a horrified look, afraid of having made her feel bad, "I didn't mean it like that, I meant that I'm still the same old Louis." He reached for her hand, smiling when Anne held it.

"I just want you to be comfortable, love." Anne told him, "I don't want to upset you."

"Anne..." Louis sighed, "I understand and I appreciate it, I really do. But you can't protect me from everything, you have to let me experience things even if they're unpleasant. It's part of this world and I have to learn how to live in it, I have to get used to it again."

"I know, sweetheart." Anne placed her hand on his left cheek, "You're like a son to me and no matter what, I'm always going to want to protect you." She told him, getting worried when Louis' blue eyes filled with tears.

"Sorry." Louis pulled away, wiping his eyes as he did so.

"You miss her." Anne stated, quickly wrapping her arms around Louis when he started crying.

"Anne...what have I done?" Louis mumbled, before completely breaking down. His chest ached and he didn't know how to make it stop, how to make it up to her.

She didn't know how long Louis had been holding it in when he broke down in her arms, his shoulders shaking more and more until she held him tighter. Her shirt was wet with tears when he finally calmed down, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"She loves you, Lou. She will forgive you, and all she'll want to do is be with you. She wants another chance, she wants to start over." Anne rubbed his back, seeing Louis nodding.

"I do have a lot to apologize for, I want to make things right between us. I just hope it doesn't take as long as it took for me." Louis wiped way his tears with his sleeves, embarrassed of the way he had broken down in front of her.

"All in time." Anne smiled, making Louis feel better, "Now how about you ask me all those questions you said you had."

Louis looked down and his cheeks tinted a rosy color when he knew what he wanted to ask wasn't something he should be asking her. He should be asking Harry, but he was too embarrassed and didn't want to face reality. He didn't want to think and know about Harry with someone else, of Harry touching someone else the way he used to touch him. He didn't want to know at all, but the curiosity was killing him.

"Louis, what's bothering you? I know there's something there." Anne said.

"It's embarrassing." Louis refused to look at her.

"I'm sure that whatever it is can't be that bad." Anne tried to convince him to speak up, "We all have an open mind here, in fact, this is the non judging room. You can tell me anything."

"I just..." Louis took a deep breath, "It's Harry whom I should be asking this but I can't because it's invasive and I have no right to be upset because I know it's going to upset me if he says yes. But I want to know but can't ask because he had the right to. I was dead for ten years and I know he has...urges." Louis finally finished, taking a deep breath at the end. That's when he realized he has already let the cat out of the bag.

"You shouldn't be afraid to ask him." Anne told him, "I'm not the right person to answer this, Lou. Harry's very open minded and I'm sure he won't mind that you're honest, that you want to know these type of things. Sure, it will catch him off guard but I'm sure he'll answer all your questions."

"I..." Louis looked at her, then out the window where he could see it was going to rain when he saw the dark skies, "He just...he won't...he won't touch me at all. And sometimes I feel like he doesn't want me like that anymore, I mean, look at me. I don't think I'm his type anymore, he probably likes older men."

"You will never know if you don't ask him." Anne grabbed his forearm, "He has all the answers, all you have to do is ask. He won't deny you it, you deserve to know."

"I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you." Louis gave her an apologetic look.

"It's not bad, and I'm glad you did. You can't keep all of this bottled up, it's not good." Anne gave him a warm genuine smile, "Do you have more questions for me?" She chuckled.

"Did you and mum got along, after I died?" Louis asked, "What about dad?"

"You know we didn't get along back before everything happened, I wasn't fond of them at all. When you left us I was ready to do everything in my power to take Blake from them and bring him home with us, I wanted my grandson to grow up with us. In the end it wasn't necessary when Jay showed up with the baby in her arms, she was alone and so broken." Anne started tearing up at the memory.

"She told us Mark had agreed with her decision and that he was going to make things right, of course we didn't know what he meant back then. She gave Blake to Harry and that was the first time ever Harry got to hold him." Anne said, then more tears started rolling down her cheeks, "That was also the very first time he ever smiled after your death."

"I'm hoping Blake behaved." Louis dried his tears, "That he was a good baby." He continued, wishing he could have been there.

"He's always being a good kid, so compassionate." Anne assured him, "I'm sure you know that by now."

"He is, all of you raised him well...you did great." Louis said, trying to smile but couldn't keep smiling for long.

"You have years ahead with him, love. He's not going anywhere, and I know me telling you this doesn't make you feel better but you're here now." Anne said, taking a drink from her now warm tea.

"I'm sure I'll get over it, but for now I can't. There's...there's so many things that bother me, but I know I'll get over them someday." Louis confessed.

He couldn't help but feel afraid of what he used to be and what he was now. He knew he was safe where he was, that he was safe with Harry and they were still in love. He knew Harry would never leave him, and that they would always be together with their son. But sometimes, deep inside his core, he was afraid. He was afraid of what the future held for him, scared of things not working out the way he wanted them to. He looked at Anne as he drank his tea, then gave her a smile. They did nothing but talk the rest of the day, about how everything worked now. Louis wanted to know everything about the new world he had come back to, where he was going to live his new life when his old life was over. It was over, but it had left a great impact on him and those around him.

When the time to pick Blake up from school finally got there, Louis was the first to realize it and happily followed Anne to her car already excited because he was going to see his baby again. He and Anne made small conversation on the way there, and when they got to the school they saw Blake standing by the gate with two other boys.

Louis was fast to get out of the car when he saw another man approaching them, not trusting anybody anymore. The world had changed in all those years he had been gone and he couldn't help but fear almost everything. He took in the way his son seemed comfortable around the man, and was even talking to him. A smile crept into his lips when Blake saw him and his eyes lit up at the sight of him, saying something to the man who turned around to look at him.

"They're my dad Louis and my Nana Anne." Blake told the man.

"I see." The man said, looking at Louis up and down with raised brows.

"Excuse me. Who are you?" Louis asked the man, looking him up and down just like the man had done to him.

"I'm Josh Tramell, Jeffrey's dad. Nice to meet you." Josh said, "Hello Mrs. Styles." He greeted Anne.

"Louis Tomlinson." Louis shook his hand, not wanting to look rude.

"Hello." Anne smiled at him, watching the way he was looking at Louis.

"Tomlinson? You're related to Mark Tomlinson?" Josh asked, a smile on his face.

"Uhh...Yeah, he's my father." Louis furrowed his brows, watching him doing the same.

Panic began settling deep in his tummy when he realized the conclusion Josh had just come to, pulling Blake closer to him and wrapping his arms around him. His instinct was to protect his son, not himself, leaving him feeling overwhelmed.

"My ex husband works for him in his research center." Josh explained, not wanting to upset the boy when he was a living miracle standing in front of him. Who would've thought Harry Styles had something to do with Louis Tomlinson, that he was back from the dead after the news about his death had spread everywhere back then.

"I see." Louis said, feeling a lump in his throat then looked down at Blake and back at Josh, "We have to go, have quite a few errands to run. It was nice to meet you." He lied, just wanting to get out of there and go back home where he was safe, where he felt safe.

"Of course." Josh said, "It was nice meeting you too."

Louis let Blake say goodbye to his friends then they walked back to the car where he waited for his son to get in and buckle himself up before he got in. On their way home, they stopped at a supermarket where Louis' eyes widened at the amount of things they sold. Some things were new to him and others he remembered quite well even if they had different packaging. He grabbed a few things he liked and others he wanted to try after Anne had told him to feel free to grab whatever he wanted when Harry was paying for everything.

"How was school, love?" Louis asked his son as they walked behind Anne who was busy looking for ingredients for the dinner she and Louis were going to cook together.

"It was good! I told my friends you're my dad but Jeffrey doesn't believe me, he thinks you're my brother." Blake said, looking up at his father when Louis only stared at him.

"I'm not your brother." Louis furrowed his brows, "I'm your dad."

"I know! But he doesn't believe me." Blake shrugged, walking ahead of him to ask his Nana for candy.

Louis watched him go, feeling sadness mixed with anger at what Blake had told him. The idea of people confusing him for Blake's brother instead of his father made him upset. He walked faster to catch up with them, unable to stop thinking about it. He knew that people who didn't know them would always think like that, would always think of him as some sort of gold digger after Harry's money. A man who was and looked way older than he did.

He cleared his throat and decided not to dwell on it too much, accepting that it was always going to be like that. No matter what they said about him and Harry, he loved him, he had known him ever since Harry was young like he still was. It was then that he decided to enjoy his new life with his family and ignore everybody else. They didn't have a say and it was none of their business after all.

When they finally paid for all of their stuff, they went home where Louis was more than ready to finally cook his first meal after years. He was happy that Anne had let him be a parent to Blake when she didn't intervene at all. It had started when they got home and Blake had gone straight to Harley to take him out of his crate, completely ignoring the fact that he was supposed to eat a snack and do his homework.

"Blake, you're supposed to eat a snack." Louis told him, watching him turn the tv on, "Do you want fruit dip or caramel popcorn?" He asked, catching Blake's attention.

Louis made his way to the living room, having left Anne in the kitchen after she had nodded at him that it was okay. He found Blake sitting on the couch with Harley on his lap and his backpack on the floor next to him. He took a seat next to him and watched him until Blake snapped out of it, having being deep in thought.

"I've never had that." Blake furrowed his brows, "Wait! Grandma Jay made me caramel popcorn!" Blake smiled.

"She used to make it for me all the time when I was little, fruit dip was also my favorite. I could make one of them for you." Louis said, hoping for Blake to say yes.

"Okay! I want caramel popcorn, please." Blake told him, "Thank you, dad."

"No problem, baby." Louis reached to pull him closer and kiss the side of his head, "Do you have any homework?" He asked, seeing the way Blake hesitated before he shook his head no.

"Are you sure?" Louis asked again, "I don't want you telling us in the middle of the night that you have a book report due the next day. I don't like it when you lie, and it's not okay."

"I have to do math homework, but I don't want to." Blake avoided looking at Louis, "It's boring and I hate fractions." He pouted, making Louis smile when he remembered how much he hated them too.

"They're awful but we have to do our homework. You're a very very smart boy and I'm sure it'll be a piece of cake to you." Louis wrapped his arm around his son's shoulders, "Please start on your homework while I make your snack, okay?"

"Okay." Blake sighed, knowing he had to listen to his dad.

Louis smiled at him one more time, then got up to help Anne put away the rest of the groceries. When he got there he started putting the fruits away then turn the oven on to start making the caramel popcorn. He still remembered how to make it and he found that fascinating. He had expected all his memories to be gone, but he still remembered everything before he had passed away. For him it was as if he had just gone to sleep one day, and had woken up the next as if it had been a normal night's sleep.

"Caramel popcorn?" Anne asked as she gathered all the ingredients on the kitchen island, seeing Louis taking out everything he needed plus the bags of popcorn she would buy for that snack.

"Yeah!" Louis smiled, "For his after school snack."

"He loves caramel popcorn." Anne said, taking the broccoli out of the plastic bag to start cutting it.

"Thank you for letting me be the one to take care of him." Louis said, grabbing a bowl to cut the necessary butter into small pieces, then added honey and a pinch of salt before covering the bowl with a paper towel to put it in the microwave.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. You did a wonderful job." She praised him, making Louis smile.

They didn't speak while they cooked, until Louis had to tell Blake to turn the tv off and do his homework like he was supposed to.

Once the butter was melted, he mixed it with twelve cups of popcorn and a cup of pecans. Once he deemed it ready, he spread it on a parchment-lined baking sheet and put it in the oven for it to bake. When he was done with that, he started helping Anne cut the steak into thin strips as they made conversation. Halfway through cutting all the ingredients, Blake's snack was ready and the boy happily sat down on a stool to eat it.

"I'm done with my homework." Blake announced, "Dad, can you please check it so I can watch tv?" He asked.

"Sure, just let me wash my hands." Louis said.

He was glad he still remembered them when he looked over his son's worksheet, high-fiving him when all of them were correct. He let him watch tv while he and Anne finished with dinner, and when they were done cutting all the ingredients for the beef and broccoli stir-fry they started cooking it. Anne cooked the rice while Louis cooked the beef, always following Anne's recipe step by step, always being a little afraid of messing it up.

They were almost done with it when something on the tv caught their attention. Louis felt his heart dropping to his stomach when he saw the ad, just asking people to sign a petition to stop cryopreservation and resuscitation. He felt a lump in his throat when he saw a blond woman speaking out about how it was wrong, and against God's will. That people died for a reason, that it was God's will and the dead should stay that way; dead.

Louis was startled when Anne threw the bowl Louis had used in the sink, then watched her wash her hands before heading to the living room. She grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Cartoon Network, glad that Blake was in the bathroom, then started muttering about hypocrisy. She looked at Louis who was looking right back at her, quickly going to him to make sure he was okay.

"Can they do that?" Louis asked, his voice shaking with fear.

"They've been trying to do it for years, but nothing ever comes out of it. Based on what Harry has told me, cryopreservation and resuscitation are a hundred percent legal as long as it's done properly and they have the consent of the family. Your dad and the many doctors he works with are doing nothing wrong, they only give them hope when their loved ones part too early, and they give them another chance." Anne explained.

"But they say it's wrong and a sin." Louis looked at her with big blue eyes full of unshed tears, "They gave me and others another chance. I don't understand." he looked so confused, breaking Anne's heart.

"We need to understand that sometimes their religious views don't let them see that, they see things differently than most of us do. We're told to respect that but sometimes it's hard when they keep doing things like that. It's a tricky subject, but don't worry about that. They can't hurt you, sweetheart. Don't be afraid." Anne hugged him, not knowing what else to tell him as she rubbed his back.

"Dad?" Blake asked, making them pull apart, seeing Blake standing by the kitchen door with Harley by his side.

"Hi love!" Louis tried to smile, knowing he hadn't look too convincing when Blake ran to him and wrapped his arms around him.

"Don't be sad, it makes me sad when you're sad." Blake looked up at him with big blue eyes.

"I'm not, baby. I'm so happy, and you know why?" Louis kissed the top of his head, "Because I'm here with you and papa. That's why I get emotional sometimes." Louis told him, hoping his son would believe him.

"I'm happy you're here too." Blake hugged him tighter.

They pulled apart when Louis had to finish dinner, letting Blake help him set the table before going upstairs to shower. When dinner time came around they waited and waited for Harry and Mark to show up, making them worry that something had happened to them. They ended up getting home two hours later, finding Anne downstairs in the game room with Blake and Louis nowhere to be seen.

"He's upstairs and he's upset." Anne told them, "He thinks something happened to both of you. Where were you?" She asked.

Harry made sure Blake was out of earshot before he answered his mother, feeling Mark's hand on his shoulder, "We were with Jay."

"Is she back?" Anne's eyes widened, looking at Mark who was smiling.

"This morning, and she's responding well to treatment. We're hoping she wakes up soon." Harry explained.

"I came to give Louis the news, and eat the dinner he promised." Mark said, "I'm going back to the institution after it."

"Are you going to tell him now?" Anne asked them, biting on his bottom lip.

"Did something happen?" Harry asked, already heading towards the stairs.

"The petition to stop cryopreservation." Anne said, and it was enough for both men, seeing them clenching their jaws, "Blake was watching tv and one of their ads came on. I did my best to tell him not to be afraid, but I think he's still a little upset about that."

"I've had it with them." Harry pulled on his hair, "I'm gonna go see him." He said, already making his way upstairs, leaving the rest behind. Mark let him go, knowing that his son needed Harry.

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When Harry made it to their bedroom, he knocked on the door then opened it, seeing nothing but darkness. His chest ached when he could make out Louis' figure on the bed, curled up into a small ball. He slowly made his way to him, taking his shoes off before he got in the bed next to him and wrapped an arm around him. He could feel Louis tense up for a fraction of a second before he relaxed again, moving closer to him.

"They're not going to hurt you." Harry told him, kissing the back of his neck after.

"I'm still afraid." Louis spoke up, before turning around to face Harry, letting him hold him close.

"I won't let them hurt you, they can go to hell." Harry firmly said, capable of doing anything to keep Louis safe. Capable of hurting anyone who tried to hurt Louis, the love of his life, the light of his eyes.

"I know you won't let them hurt me, I am and feel safe with you." Louis looked up, barely making out the shape of Harry's well defined jawline.

He didn't think twice and kissed it, moving up a little to kiss his lips. He was happy when Harry responded right away, letting the man gently trace his tongue on his bottom lip. They pulled away, with Harry pecking his lips one more time, getting ready to tell him the good news. He was just about to tell him when Louis beat him to it.

"Did you see mum today? Is she doing okay?" Louis asked, "I keep hoping she'll be back with us soon. I thought something bad had happened to you and dad, that maybe it was mum."

"I'm sorry we didn't call, darling." Harry apologized, taking a deep breath before speaking up again, "Your mum...she's out of cryopreservation." He said, almost getting hit on the nose by Louis' head.

"What?" Louis asked, his eyes filling up with tears, "She's alive? Is she okay? Harry, tell me!" Louis demanded, going as far as smacking him on the arm.

"She is, she's back in the institution recovering. We unfroze her this morning and there were no complications so we expect a nice recovery. Slow but a nice recovery nonetheless." Harry told him, not expecting for Louis to start sobbing right there and then.

To Louis it was a relief, it was like a breath of fresh air. He thanked them over and over again as he sobbed and Harry held him close. And that moment he promised himself to make his mum happy and start over new. He and his mother had another chance.

The old life was over, but a new one had just started. A new and better one.

Thoughts? :)