this chapter is really emotional. there will be mentions of suicide and death.

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louis gently knocked on harry's office door before walking inside. the man was slumped in his chair, lazily tapping away on his computer. he was looking up some new toys for louis, wanting to surprise him with a package all for himself.

"hey baby," harry said, not trailing his eyes off of the screen. he opened a new tab and searched something else to hide the surprise, wheeling back to pull louis onto his lap. louis straddled him and laid his cheek on harry's shoulder, sighing softly.

"something wrong?" the dominant asked, shutting the laptop when louis shrugged. he took his large hands and slipped them under louis' shirt, gently scratching down his back. louis closed his eyes and pressed a shy kiss to harry's neck, gripping the man's shirt.

"you know so much about me and i don't know much about you, daddy," louis stated. "i wanna learn about you."

harry tensed for a moment, stopping his hands. "i-i dunno, babe. it's kind of...hard for me to talk about myself.."

"i got you," louis murmured. "just wanna know more.."

harry gnawed on his lip and asked louis to get up. the sub did, stepping away when harry got up to retrieve something from his office closet. louis watched as he carried a box to the table, unlocking it with a passcode. the man sat back down, inviting louis back to his spot on his lap and lifted the lid to the safe when louis sat down.

harry pulled out picture frames and some cards. he also grabbed a small book that was completely leather. louis shyly picked up a tiny picture, cooing when he noticed it was a tiny boy with wild green eyes and a big cheesy smile. the boy was winking with a thumbs up held out toward the camera. he flipped it over and read the back.

harry's 5th birthday! xx

"look how little," louis fawned, setting the image down. harry barely smiled and grabbed a frame, staring down at the picture stuck within it. it was at his parent's wedding, he was a toddler and the ring bearer. he remembered being told stories that he kept the rings around his own fingers so that he wouldn't lose them.

another picture he found was when he was about nineteen, at his parent's re-vows. it was like another wedding in honor of them being married for fifteen years. he had a tuxedo on, hair styled up and looked as happy as could be with his mum and dad on each side of him.

marybeth and lionel - 15 year anniversary x

"you haven't changed," his submissive said softly. "still look good, daddy."

"thanks, babycakes," harry kissed his cheek. "that's my mum and my dad on their anniversary."

louis cooed and shuffled through more images. they were small pictures of harry and his parents over the years. riding bikes with his dad, learning how to ride a skateboard, planting flowers with his mum, cooking, playing piano, speaking at the anniversary, they were all significant.

louis flipped through the book and noticed a few pressed flowers in certain areas. some pages had small entries and some had large ones. they were all in harry's handwriting. he read through a small passage in the back of the book that wasn't in the man's font.

my dearest haz,

congratulations on graduating high school! you've made us so proud! i hope your future is as adventurous, fun and wild as you are. and we are so proud of your recovery, i told you that we would be here for you every step of the way and look at us now. you have your diploma and got a scholarship to uni!

we love you, son. never forget that.

love always,

mum & dad x

"what was your recovery from?" the submissive asked softly.

harry pursed his lips and glanced down at the letter. "when i was in high school i, um, i got hooked on drugs pretty bad. when my mum found out it was almost too late and she just cried and held me. my dad was pretty upset too, he locked up all of his shit in places that not even my mum knew about. put new locks on doors, put new codes in safes, it was crazy. i went to rehab when i was seventeen and got clean..."

louis kissed harry's knuckles. "i'm proud of you, daddy."

"thank you, baby," the man murmured.

louis gave him a soft smile and pecked his lips gently.

"they died when i was twenty," harry said softly, tearing his eyes away from the pictures scattered along the desk. "this gang; it was my dad's. a lot of people didn't know that, never would have expected it. he was such a kind man, could never hurt a fly, in their eyes..."

louis closed the book and placed it back in the box gently, grabbing harry's hand.

"both of them were killed in a plane crash on the way to italy."

"i'm so sorry," louis whispered and leaned back, tilting his head back.

"it's okay," harry whispered back and looked the other way.

"i know what it's like," louis cleared his throat and shifted to where he could face the man. "my dad committed suicide when i was young. my mum died when i was in elite. the workers didn't let me leave to go to her funeral so i kind of lashed out on everyone and was put in isolation."

the dominant pulled louis close to him.

"i would have killed every single one of them," harry sneered. "that's a crock of shit. i'm so sorry, baby. there was no need for any of that. that's why i have never liked their employees, that's so fucked up," he rambled. louis nodded against his shoulder and frowned, scratching at his hand. his little blue eyes welled up with tears and turned to cower in harry's chest, sniffling against his neck.

harry frowned and rubbed his back soothingly, holding him close and rocking him. "it's okay, my love, i got you.."

louis had his emotional moment and cried like a baby, sobbing uncontrollably against his chest. his chest heaved as he coughed and harry felt the tears soak through his shirt. harry's heart broke for his boy, they both experienced loss but he couldn't imagine being told he couldn't go to his mum's funeral. he couldn't imagine someone keeping him behind and locking him up to make sure he wouldn't leave.

harry held onto louis and stood, walking him over to the couch. he laid on his back and held louis to his chest. the small boy tucked his head into harry's neck, letting out little whimpers every now and then.

"'s gonna be alright," harry crooned. "you got this. you can stay strong, you've made it this far.."

"'s hard," louis weakly mumbled. "i miss them so much."

"i know," harry frowned. "i miss my parents too, baby. i know exactly how you feel."

louis sniffled and held onto the man, trying his best to calm down as he fell asleep against his chest.

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so here's a little heart to heart. you got a bit of harry's past & some of louis'. im sad that my larents are sad ))):

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