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 wewe HOME?" I heard them walking down the stairs.
"We need to talk. Now." I alisema sternly.
They sat down on a kitanda and I sat on the kitanda on the other side of the room.
"So what happened to me when I was a baby and why didn't wewe tell me?" I asked, with an attitude.
They glanced at eachother, nervously.
"Well, when wewe were born... wewe couldn't breath, eat, pr do anything on your own. They had to put tubes in your mouth and feed wewe through them and no one was allowed to touch wewe except if wewe had these special gloves on, because if wewe were touched wewe would've gotten sick and died. We couldn't bring wewe nyumbani for a long time. And when we did, I don't know how, but wewe got cancer. So we had to bring wewe back. And wewe almost died and- Harry don't cry. She's fine now. And it was brain cancer and I don't know how wewe survived, but wewe did." Louis finished explainin and held Harry close because he was crying.
"Why didn't wewe tell me?"
"We didn't want wewe 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 upendo 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 alisema running his hand through my thick, curls.
I couldn't help but cry. And Louis was so warm, and comforting. He layed on the kitanda comforting me. My body fit perfectly inayofuata to his. He held me in his arms. Protecting me, and making sure that no one would ever hurt me au 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 wingu 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 kwa 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.