"What the fuck do you mean that's my mother?" screamed Louis.
Zayn looks around and shushes him. He can't explain everything to him here. So, he grabs Louis' arm and pulls him into a room, which looks to be a storage closet. Liam follows.
Harry, who was still at the main doors, waiting for an announcement that wasn't coming, was watching Louis being pulled into a closet with Zayn and another man who he thinks he recognizes from Louis' party. He starts to feel slightly concerned, so he follows them.
Niall sees Harry walking past him, which he assumes he is on his way to follow Louis, and Zayn and his friend. He was curious too so, he decided to follow him. As soon as Niall stands up, Ellie grabs his wrist and pulls him back, "it's none of our business, we don't know Louis that well, we shouldn't be sticking our noses where they don't belong."
Niall pulls his wrist out of her grasp, "Harry's obviously worried about him and he cares about him, so if he does, so do I."
Ellie sighs, "fine. But I'm coming, I am supposed to play the role of his future bride, I should make sure things are okay. Right?"
Niall shrugs. "That works for me. See how caring we are?" he says with a smile.
"Caring, yes. But also, nosy." Ellie laughs.
In the storage closet…
Zayn and Liam had just finished explaining everything they suspect about Louis' mother, to Louis, who was currently freaking out to say the least. "So, wait-let me get this straight. You think me mum is still alive?" They nod. "And she's out there?" Louis pointed towards the door, just then Harry walked in.
"What's going on? Is everything okay? Does anyone know who that woman is and what the hell she is doing interrupting my coronation?" asked Harry, as he walked through the door, shutting it behind him.
"Well, Liam and Zayn were just telling me that she's supposedly my mo-" Louis started. Just then Niall and Eloise walked in.
"Harry! Your mother and father have decided to postpone your coronation, because of all the craziness that is currently happening." Niall turns to Louis. "No offence." Harry looks confused, unaware of the relationship between the strange woman who so rudely interrupted his special day, and his lover-or whatever they are. "They are letting everyone know, right now." Niall takes a moment to scan the room.
Harry sighed, getting frustrated due to all the chaos. This day was supposed to be easy. Wasn't it? "Thanks Niall. Could I talk to Louis-"
"Wait! What's going on? Is everything okay? Louis, is that woman really your mother?" Niall faces Liam, "also who are you? I'm Niall, best friend of the future king." He reaches a hand out for Liam to shake.
"Liam. Friend of Zayn's." Liam took Niall's hand, and shook it, smiling. This definitely wasn't the introduction he had imagined.
Eloise jabbed Niall's side with her elbow. This was not the time for friendly introductions. They needed to know what was happening. "Back to Niall's question. Who is that out there, Louis? And who was she talking about?"
"Me. Apparently, she was talking about me. Her son." Louis answered.
"What? I thought your mother died shortly after you were born." Harry stepped forward.
"Yeah. So did I. Welcome to the club."
"Then how-" Harry asked.
"Zayn and his little new history bestie told me that she never died and that she just left us. Left me." Louis explained the best he could.
"Well, there's more to that Louis. You see…She's…She's…" Zayn sighed. He could tell this was bothering Louis. It's a lot to take in. He didn't want to break his heart even more.
Liam saw Zayn struggling, so he stepped in. "She's not who you think she is." He finished for him.
"Well, given the fact that I have never met her before—even if I have, I don't remember her. So, I have no idea who she is. But what do you mean by that? Is there a problem?" Louis questioned.
Liam and Zayn shared a look. "I know you might want to get to know her—I mean, you can't tell me you're not the least bit curious—but just be careful s'all we're saying." Zayn spoke explained.
Louis still looked a little confused. So, Liam decided to be as blunt as possible, without worrying Louis too much. If that was even possible at this point. "She's not to be trusted."
"How do we know this is true? Maybe you guys could be wrong." Louis started.
"Louis-" Zayn tried cutting in.
"No. Look. You and Liam may be right about her being my mother and all. But I'm not going to jump to conclusions and accuse her of doing something that may not be true. I need to find out from her. I need her side of the story." Louis made a point. There was still so much they did not know about Louis' mother. About Louis' family history alone and with the Styles.
Zayn nodded. "Ok. We understand Louis. She's your mother. You should be able to decide what you want to do with her return." He loved Louis and only wanted what's best for him. He just doesn't want to have to pick up the pieces when she hurts him. And he knows she will. He just hopes Louis will see that before he decides to get too attached.
"No!" Harry suddenly chimed in. They all turned to look at him with confusion and shock spread across their faces. Especially Louis. Harry was usually quiet and hated telling people what to do. So, this sudden outburst shocked everyone. "I am not going to let you walk up to a perfect stranger and let her ruin your life!"
"Harry-" Louis tried to reason with him.
"No, Lou! For all we know, she could lie to you about who she is. I mean-we are only just assuming she's your mother. Without any proof, I wouldn't believe it so easily. Like you said, your father told you she died. Why would he lie to you?" Harry could see the hurt in Louis' eyes as soon as he said that. "Lou-I'm sorry, but you need to be careful with someone who suddenly wants to insert themselves into your life after all this time. If she is your mother, great. But you need to ask yourself why she disappeared and why she decided to finally show up."
Louis sighed. "Okay, Hazza. You make a good point, but what if-"
"No. No 'what if's'. We are not taking this situation lightly. She could be dangerous and hurt people. Hurt you. And I'm sorry if that makes me the bad guy, but I love you and I don't want to see you get hurt." Suddenly Harry's eyes went wide with panic. Did he just say what he thinks he did?
The room suddenly got really tense. Liam, Zayn, Niall and Ellie all looked at each other awkwardly.
"Uh-I mean-I'm sorry. That kind of just slipped out." Harry looked at Louis' shocked expression and then around at the others. "Can we just pretend that never happened?" Harry turned back to Louis.
"Uhm…Yeah. Okay. If that's what you want." Harry nodded. "Never happened then." Louis said with a frown starting to form.
They both stared at each other before Louis broke the gaze by looking down at his feet. Harry could tell this had bothered Louis. He opened his mouth to say something before Niall interrupted him. "So, what are we to do about the whole Louis' mother situation?"
Zayn shrugged and looked at Louis, "I don't know. Louis?"
Louis looked up from where he was staring down at the floor and made eye contact once again with the boy in front of him. "I don't know. Harry?"
Harry sighs while looking into Louis' beautiful bright blue eyes. "Do what you want, Lou. Just be careful. Please. That's all I ask of you."
"Okay, Haz. I will. I promise." Louis says as he starts to walk towards the closet door. Silently preparing himself for what he is about to do, he takes a deep breath and opens the door. The others following behind, urging him to go on.
When Louis steps out of the storage closet, he takes a good look around at the church hall—which is now empty—when he finally sets his eyes on Harry's parents, who seem to be talking to the mysterious woman.
He turns to his friends and Harry, in hopes of them telling him to back out. But they only encouraged him.
So, Louis turns back around and starts to slowly walk up to the altar, where the king and queen were still speaking to the woman.
"What on earth are you doing here, Margret?!" Thomas quietly shouted. Louis could tell he was just as frustrated as the rest of them—if not more. "What in your right mind, makes you think you can show your face here?"
The three of them have not yet noticed Louis' presence, so he stayed quiet and listened in, until they were done, or finally noticed him. Whichever came first.
"I thought you all had died. So, forgive me for coming back here to see my old friends." Margret, the strange woman, snapped back.
'Old friends?' What the hell was she talking about, Louis thought.
"You need to leave, Margret. Before anyone recognizes you." Alexandria warned.
Margret just smiled. "That is actually what I hope happens."
Thomas and Alexandria turn to each other, confused and more frustrated. "Whatever could you possibly mean? Do you know the kind of damage you have done? The kind of cover ups we had to orchestrate, just so our son and yours could live a decent life of their own?" Margret only just looked at them with a smug smirk and rolled her eyes. "Do you really wish to unravel all of that? What kind of mother does that make you?"
"I miss my son! And you two— along with that husband of mine— hid him from me, all these years. You let me think he was dead, along with all of you. And for what? So, you could steal him? I knew you wanted him all to yourself from the day he was born. That son of yours was never the sharpest tool in the shed. Not like my Louis." The woman laughed at her last remark.
Alexandria gasped. "Don't you dare speak about Henry!" She was pointing her index finger at the woman's face. "Not after what you did!"
'Who the fuck is Henry? Harry doesn't have any siblings…Right?' Louis thought.
Margret only scoffed. "Oh please, what did I do? Enlighten me."
Alexandria went to say something but stopped herself, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Speaking of the simpleton, where is he? Huh?" Margret smirked again.
Thomas stepped forward, in front of his wife. "That's enough! You need to leave right now Margret!"
She only shook her head in protest. "Not until I see my son! Bring Louis to me! Or is that still his name? Have you taken that away from him too? Just like you took him from his mother?"
Louis decided this was a good moment to intervene. It's now or never. He stepped forward and cleared his throat before saying, "I'm here. I'm Louis. I'm your son—I think."