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Hiiii guys, Chapter nineteen (twenty for ao3). Quickly before I give you a giant novel of more information, PLEASE let me know if the beginning of this chapter is confusing. Keep in mind that when it comes to Robin asking Louis if he's staying, I go into explaining the night before. Anyway, Oh jesus! Im so sad that it's almost over. I do plan to go through each chapter after I'm finished and note all of the unanswered questions for side stories and the epilogue! On top of that, I will be going through and editing all of the typos and bad grammar! Especially since I've had no luck finding my beta. Apparently anyone willing to beta my stuff have no writing experience or a fast means of contact (kik,texting, etc.)
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Masterpost
Chapter Eighteen
"So, can we see your super secret gifts now?" Louis says to Gemma in a sarcastic voice. All the while, Harry is scooting back into his lap.
He can't really think of what the gifts could be. I mean, they've only just met. What makes these gifts so fucking personal? If you can even call them personal. Did she buy him a rated R movie or something? Anne and Robin seem like the type to keep that from anyone literally under the age of seventeen. Especially Harry. And even if she did get him something he isn't yet old enough for. . .There is no way Louis would allow it. He can't let Harry watch anything bloody, or scary.
Just as he was beginning to question the gifts even harder, Gemma is slapping her knees and getting up to quietly close the door. She looks both ways before closing it completely and then she's pulling the boxes out from the top of Harry's closet and placing them in front of the two.
Harry shows utter excitement in his eyes as he looks at the paper. He actually almost throws one of the books Gemma and Anne got for him across the room leaping for one of the pretty boxes. He turns his face to look at Louis a moment later, and barely puckers his lips before twisting them into a frown.
"We can still kiss babe." Louis says as he leans his face forward a bit and gently kisses him once before pulling back.
"Yeah, you guys can kiss around me. It's not like I'm gonna tell mum on you." Gemma adds with a smile and a small blush.
Harry simply nods in response and kisses Louis once more before turing back towards the box and reaching to pull it towards himself.
The way his bum had pushed into Louis' lower region really shouldn't have felt as good as it did, and he has to hold back a groan when the boy sits back against him again.
"Jesus." He whispers to himself, not quite noticing the way Gemma knowingly giggles at him a bit.
They watch him silently for a short moment before Harry tears at the paper, realizing that he's in a comfortable atmosphere. He can be himself, he can do what he wants. This is his room. This is his Louis. This is his sister.
But the moment the lid is lifted off of the box, Louis sends a knowing look at a red-faced Gemma.
"Wow. . um. . I--" Louis says in shock, as he looks back into the box.
"Well? I kind of figured you guys needed something of the sort?" Gemma kind of asks, kind of says sweetly with a wink. Harry is sitting frozen on Louis with his eyes wide and mouth gaping open. He keeps reaching out like he wants to touch, but pulls his hand back as he eyes the items even harder.
"Look, I- - I don't think he needs these. . " Louis whispers, looking to make sure Harry is okay. And really, he seems fine. But, does he even know what these are?
Harry is still sitting, shocked. He's never seen any of these types of things. They're quite pretty, but shaped like something that has caused him both pleasure and pain. Well, some are shaped that way. One of them looks like a strange pearl necklace, and the other is something he knows quite well. Lube.
Just as Louis goes to close the box, Harry whispers and stretches his hands out protectively in front of the gift.
"Wait, I--" "Harry, do you actually want these?!" Louis almost shouts before Gemma is covering his mouth and nearly hitting Harry with her elbow.
It's not that he wants to sound angry or shocked that the boy wants his gifts, he just kind of thinks it's too soon to even be suggesting something like this. Still, he's talking too loudly, and it startles Harry a bit as he frantically shakes his head and then nods. Obviously confused as to why Louis doesn't want him having the gifts.
"Shhh! I don't want them to know I got these for him- or you guys. I don't even know. I can take them back as long as they haven't been opened. But I figured-- even if it's not now-- or anytime soon, you guys could use these?" Gemma whispers to Louis, and she's gripping his shirt like she's about to punch him. But her face is soft. Meanwhile Harry is just sitting there leaning out of the way, still eyeing the box.
It's strange, Louis thinks Gemma kind of looks like Harry. Mouth curving the same way when they speak. So strange. And honestly, the situation could be very laughable to an outsider. But they're all three very serious about this. I mean, sex toys. Really?
Louis can't lie over the fact that he does want to keep them, but by doing so. . he doesn't want to scare Harry. Even if the boy doesn't know what they are. Or does he? Surely he knows something. I mean, there is a some-what moderate sized purple dildo sitting there, obviously shaped like a penis. Maybe Harry is interested because it's sparkly? Maybe. . ?
"I want them." Harry whispers.
Gemma looks pleased. Not even realizing how amazing the moment is that Harry is actually speaking towards her.
"Alright little bro, I'm sure Louis here can explain everything. But, do you like them?" She says, leaning in and attempting to hug the boy.
Harry really does seem quite pleased, Louis notes. Especially because he hugs Gemma back. So, he guesses he really will have to have a serious talk with Harry about this.
"Moving onto the next box then. It's not much different, but this is definitely more for both of you than just Harry." Gemma says with a smirk as she tears a bit of the paper off for him.
Harry is excited now, though still a tiny bit confused. Opening the next box wasn't a shock at all and kind of a relief. Inside were three different boxes of condoms, and even more lube. Louis smiles just a bit at the box, and then looks back up to Gemma.
"Should I take these home? Good timing by the way." He says to her a bit uncomfortable. I mean, it's obvious they have sex. But he really wasn't expecting this.
"Actually Louis, these are staying here."
"Sorry but no. We've been informed by my mum that no-no things will not be taking place here." Louis giggles a bit, poking Harry in the side as he speaks. The boy giggles a bit and tucks his face into his own chest, hiding his smile and blush.
"Well-- that's where the last gift comes into play. . ."
Louis eyes her down and nods before she opens the box for them. And before Louis can even see what's in it, she's explainging.
"Here, this is their schedules for the week. They're mostly off on weekends, but every other Saturday they both go out together and sometimes stay away for the entire night. They usually come home by the time I go to my classes, but that leaves me at home with Harry during the day--" She pauses, and gives Louis the paper, followed by a card titled "Gemma- The eyes."
"When they're gone, Louis, you can come over whenever you want, and if you need time alone just tell me. I'll give you both some time to yourself to do whatever you want. Rules are meant to be broken sometimes, yeah?" She adds with short breath, examining the way Harry stares blankly at her like he wants to cry.
"Is this okay?" She asks after a moment too long of silence.
Louis had been staring at the two pieces of paper with Harry for at least the past minute and a half with absolutely nothing to say back until now.
"Just--T-Thanks." Louis finally looks up and gives her a bright smile.
"Really, you have no idea how much this means to me-- to us."
Harry nods with him, finally giving Gemma a smile.
Louis is actually shocked when Harry leaps out of his lap and into Gemma. He hugs her tightly, and she simply wraps her arms around him and smiles at Louis with a wink.
"Anything for my brother." She whispers to him.
Once they've hidden Harry's new gifts where Robin and Anne couldn't find them and Gemma gives Louis his own copy of the schedule, she's picking herself up and preparing to leave the room. But she stops before opening the door and turns around.
"One more thing-- They are light sleepers, so I wouldn't attempt to do anything right now. But it'll comfort you to know that it's Friday, and tomorrow after they paint this room they will be going out, on their own of course. -- 'Gonna give you some time with him' as my mum said. But on Sunday they've asked me to invite you, Louis, to lunch with us. But that isn't the point. The point is, Tomorrow around six pm, they've decided to go out and plan to be gone until at least midnight. That gives you two six hours alone, and me six hours to wander around the city bored. Make use of that."
And then she leaves.
After not even three seconds, Harry speaks.
"I like her."
Louis simply hugs him tightly against himself with a sigh.
"Me too, love."
~
"Alright boys," Robin calls out, wiping some paint off of his hands and looking at Louis. "The room will take a while to dry, we don't have to do a third coat either. Louis, you're going to be staying a little longer, yeah?"
"If it's alright. I think I want to hang out with him and Gemma before going home, you know-- gotta make sure she knows how to take care of him!" Louis tries to sound sarcastic, but gets nudged by Gemma in the process of doing so.
"Shut up, you know im a good sister you little shit." She whispers to him and somehow it manages to pull a smile out of Harry. Which was enough of a response for her.
All four of them had been painting from the moment the were awoken by Robin knocking loudly on the door. When the man walked in, he only sighed in playful defeat as he saw the two boys sprawled out on the floor-- a little too close for his liking to be honest-- and Gemma wasn't too far off, huddled in a corner hugging a pillow.
That's right, after an hour or so went by and some lazy kissing between Harry and Louis the night before, Harry kind of hinted that he wanted Gemma to come back and talk with them. Louis may have been a little jealous that his alone time was being taken away again, but it really wouldn't hurt to test Gemma on her sisterly-abilities outside of their sex life. So Louis and Harry both had snuck to her room and sat with her in there for about twenty minutes before ushering her back into the boy's room.
At first it was only Louis and Gemma talking. Harry just sat and listened intently, an occasional giggle was heard but Louis always managed to muffle it with a kiss.
The quiet talks of summer life, and past events faded into Louis basically quizzing Gemma on how to care for Harry. You could tell the boy was a bit uncomfortable with that, and sadly Louis felt terrible when he realized Gemma truly did know how to deal with the boy. She was the one who halted the questions simply because Harry was uncomfortable. That made Louis feel like shit. It really did.
They had fallen asleep while playing a game though. All three faces red and hurting from smiling and trying to keep their laughter tamed. Harry had actually managed to play too after a few rounds between Louis and Gemma had gone by. And of course, such a game could have made Harry even more uncomfortable- but the boy assured Louis to play instead of refusing. So he did, holding Harry closely against his body and whispering into the air.
"Edward asshole hands. . " He says with a shaky voice, already trying so hard not to laugh.
"House of 1000 assholes. ." Gemma giggles back.
"The nutt- nu- nutty asshole!" Louis almost yelps back in a shaky giggle, causing Harry to laugh too.
It's not even that Harry has seen or even heard of these movies, but the things they're saying is just . . funny to him.
They all three had bursted into laughter after that one, the boy trying hard not to be heard still.
"Oh my god! Oh! I got one! " Gemma says in an excited voice. " Cloudy with a chance of. . . " She pauses and whispers, "assholes."
And before anyone could even laugh at that one, Harry is whispering out with a smile.
"The asshole of dorian gray."
It falls silent before Louis finally puts it together. It's not a movie title, but a book. One that he was basically forced into reading just this past year in school. He absolutely hated it, but the title seems rather fitting.
He laughs into Harry's shoulder after that, all of the giggles not quite halting for another hour or so. They all feel like they've not only named every movie ever made , but every book and video game too.
Harry eventually was the winner of course, hearing him half giggle " Final asshole seven" was enough to have Louis not quite able to breathe. Especially because Final Fantasy VII was one of his favorite childhood games that Harry had only recently began playing. Plus, how could it have been the actual final asshole since it was clearly the seventh of the series.
The floor wasn't all that comfortable, and Louis did have a hard time falling asleep with Gemma in the room, but the exhaustion ultimately took over his body and he fell asleep with Harry's body backed up against his own, already a sleeping mess.
And just before the painting had begun the next morning, Harry sleepily whispers something to Louis. Something that draws out a laugh and a mocking look towards the yawning Gemma.
"Gemma snores, it woke me up in the middle of the night. ."
Louis laughed fondly when he tried to respond.
"Does she? Why didnt you wake me up?"
Harry had only shrugged with a shy smile before picking out a paint roller and standing behind Robin as he opened the paint cans.
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"Robin, Love. What about schooling him? I don't think a public school is the best idea for him. Poor boy has been through so much." Anne says as she looks out the window with her hand on her heart.
They had left the house only five minutes earlier, a new life weighing down their minds.
"You think? I thought he would do quite well. He's turning fifteen after all, so he'd be in the same school with Louis, wouldn't he?" Robin responds back, thinking hard about the conversation.
"Well, yeah. But Louis wouldn't be in any of his classes, now would he? He wouldn't be able to protect him, and you know damn well how protective he is over that boy. " She says, excusing her language quickly after.
"So what do you propose?" Robin pauses as he takes a left, heading for his co-worker's place. "Homeschooling?" He looks to his side, making eye contact with his wife and nodding his head.
"I think that would be best, love. Keep your eyes on the road."
Robin hums in agreement and decides that after tonight, they both will have to put a lot of effort into bonding with this boy. He deserves a good life, and moving too fast could ruin that.
Meanwhile at the house, Louis had given Gemma a look , kind of pleading for some time alone. To which she responded after little teasing.
"Okay, okay. I get it! You two have fun. Of course, not too much fun. Don't wanna come home to a wrecked and sticky house." She says with a wink.
Louis of course, was being impatient. After ten minutes of Gemma gathering important things and fixing her hair, he locks himself in her room with her and simply looks at her again. His eyes practically begging.
"Gemma, please. I need this." Louis pleads.
"Okay, jesus christ you fucking animal! I'm leaving, I'm leaving."
And without another word, she walks out, hugs Harry and gives him a small peck on the cheek, and is sauntering out the door with the phone to her ear. She gives a small wave behind her back right before the door closes, and then-- silence. Finally.
Louis sighs as he turns away from the door and looks to Harry. It's only been about a full day and a half since they were completely alone and free, but it feels so distant and awkward. He will be damned if he allows this.
Harry is standing against the wall looking to the floor. But Louis can see the way he is tightly clenching his fists and trying to avoid looking up.
"Haz. . ." Louis nearly whimpers, crowding infront of him and lifting his chin with his thumb.
Harry's eyes are a bit glassy like maybe he was attempting to keep from crying.
"Haz? Harry? What's wrong?!" Louis says in a panic, trying to stay calm to keep from ruining the peace surrounding them.
"N-nothing! No, no. I'm happy. I just mi-miss you?" And he says it like a question, which is so fucking confusing to Louis.
"But. I'm right here babe." Louis says, motioning with his hands towards his body mass standing not three inches away from the smaller boy.
"I know that!" Harry says with a sniff and a smile, playfully slapping at Louis' chest.
Louis kind of falls back dramatically with a laugh and an overly dramatic "Heyyyy!!" But then Harry pulls him back in by his shirt and clings to him, nuzzling his face into his chest and just, breathing.
"No i mean. . I miss being close to you all the time. ."
"We can still be close, Harry. All the time, everyday. Whenever you need me. Whenever I need you, yeah?"
Harry nods as he lifts his face up, and Louis swears no one could ever be more flawless than him. His face titled up towards him, the dimmed lights hitting it just right-- It warms his heart so much he feels he could burst into flames and be re-born again. His eyes are so green, and so bright. They've never been able to shine this way, like the boy is finally realizing that there is a better life for him, a life that he deserves.
"You're beautiful." Louis whispers, before Harry slightly hums and goes on his tip toes to finally kiss Louis without the feeling of Gemma watching.
Louis can't refrain from smiling, and he doesn't try to do so at all. He kisses and he smiles, and he feels, and loves, and jesus christ he wants to cry. So he does.
The moment Harry tastes the difference, the salt on his lips, he's kind of pulling back. But Louis just holds his face against his own and shakes his head with muffled words.
"Don-t--im happy." He says as he continues to kiss the boy, and Harry's fingers cling to his neck so tightly after that, Louis kind of winces in pain. But he loves it. Loves when the boy feels comfortable enough to just--touch him. Do what he wants with him.
The kiss drags on, slow and sweet. And Harry feels more content than anyone else in the world being held against the wall by Louis' love. By his hands, his legs, his lips. He can feel the heat of Louis' body seeping into his own and he wants more of that. He wants all of the heat he has to offer. And he's beginning to believe that Louis will offer up everything he has just to make him happy for just a moment. Though one touch could keep him smiling for a life time.
After a long session of feeling lips on lips, Harry gets brave. Louis can sense that. He senses it the moment Harry uses the little tricks he picked up from all of the mid-sex kissing. He only slightly nibbles at Louis' lip and lightly traces his hand up his neck and into his hair. The moment he titled his head to the side for better access though, Louis knew that it was time to move forward. So cautiously--very cautiously, Louis traces his hands from the boys hips to his ass. Not quite gripping, but holding him there before pressing his body against him, allowing the boy to feel him growing harder against his jeans.
"Oh. ." Harry whispers against Louis' lips before willingly pressing himself against him harder. Louis grips him at that moment, holding him against his body and allowing himself to feel the pressure of it. They stay like that for a moment longer, just looking at each other. Their breath is uneven, lips swollen. And Louis can still see the brightness in Harry's half-hooded eyes. He's definitely going to be completely gone in the next few seconds if Harry doesn't move, or rut, or just--breathe. But he doesn't. He just looks at Louis, shifting his eyes to his lips for a moment before using his hands to pulls Louis' hair lightly, tilting his head to the side. He's done this a few times before, but never like this. Never without asking for permission. He lowers one of his hands and traces it over a spot on Louis' neck before attaching his lips there and sucking. Louis has to pick him up then, allowing Harry to wrap his legs around his waist before he braces them against the wall with one hand, and holding Harry up with the other.
"Harry. . " He slightly moans out, trying to speak normally. But he can't ignore the tingling on his neck and the heat in his pants. He can feel Harry too. He feels it stiffening against his stomach and he desperately wants to touch and love and just-- feel and see Harry fall apart in his arms.
"Harry--Haz-" Louis calls out again, and Harry just hums against his neck. He can feel the boy kitten licking at the spot that is becoming more and more sore by the second.
"Let's--Can we go to your room?"
And Harry is most definitely hitting a brave streak. More confident touching Louis in a more intimate way, you could say. He responds simply, and a bit demanding.
"Please. Now." Is all he mutters, before he goes back to kissing on Louis' neck.
He really doesn't have the heart to stop him, he doesn't want him to stop. So he grips at Harry's ass tightly, and attempts to keep his balance as he carries the boy to his room. Still feeling him becoming more and more content as he sucks harder and harder in that one spot. He bites him there as Louis kicks open the door, and they're both hit with the smell of fresh paint. But honestly, who cares?
Louis winces in pain when Harry bites him again, but then he's pulling back and wrapping his arms around Louis' neck as he's sat on the bed.
When he attempts to stand back up, Harry doesn't let go. He holds him tighter and lays himself down, pulling Louis on top of him and giggling a bit.
"Harry, I have to get the- you know.."
"The stuff?" Harry whispers with wide eyes.
"Yeah. . "
And honestly, the boy is becoming more and more cheeky by the moment as well.
"To save you a trip later?"
Louis just looks at him. Curls lying widely across the pillow and legs spread around him. His face is so sweet, so innocent. But this boy knows what he wants now. He knows Louis isn't here to hurt him.
"Alright then-- what're you waiting for?" Harry half-giggles as Louis leans down and kisses him.
"One second, I promise."
It takes more than a second though, Harry actually props himself up on one elbow as he watches Louis attempt to take his pants off and walk across the room at the same time. His laugh escapes before he covers his mouth, and Louis is turning to shoot him a cheeky look.
"Don't laugh at me, I'm trying to hit two birds with one stone here!"
"What?"
Harry doesn't get it of course, but Louis laughs is off as he decides to just waddle with his pants at his ankles back to the bed with lube and condoms in hand.
"Gemma is a good sister. Keeps us from getting pregnant." Louis laughs as he lets himself fall between Harry's legs again. He finally kicks his pants off and looks up to the boy.
"Of course, boys can't have babies. But still."
Harry giggles again, and then his face goes serious. Eyes looking straight to Louis' lips and no where else. Louis notices and works quickly with pulling his shirt off and lying himself back down on top of the boy.
"I miss you too." Louis says, and doesn't even allow himself to take in Harry's look of realization before leaning down and kissing him with enough force to freeze Harry in the moment.
He doesn't quite kiss back until he comes back to reality, realizing that both in this fantasy world and real world, it revolves around Louis. That he is everywhere and he will never get enough of it. But he will damn well get as much as he can. So he shoots his hands into his hair again and begins kissing him back just as desperately.
It doesn't take them long before they are fully hard and panting against each other's lips. And every now and then, Harry works his hands down to his neck, and presses his thumb into the messily formed bruise he had created only minutes before. Each time it draws a marvelous hiss out of his older boyfriend's mouth and he wants to play that sound in his head on repeat for the rest of his life.
"Babe. ." Louis whimpers as he pulls away and rests his head against Harry's chest.
Harry smiles, because he is so in love. Knowing that Louis can so easily touch him, and call him things like "babe" and "baby" . Especially because he does it in a voice that sounds so exhausted, but so ready to take on whatever Harry throws at him.
"Hm?" Harry says, running his hands up the back of Louis' neck and into his hair again.
Louis laughs against him, but says nothing else. He uses his hands to speak now. Telling him that these pants he is wearing are in the way, and that shirt is soaking up all of the heat meant for his own skin to feel.
When Louis unbuttons his pants, Harry simply lets him pulls them down his body, and he does attempt to help with a little shimmy, but that only makes Louis bite his lip as he traces his fingers up the boys legs and lightly across the heat in his briefs. Harry breathes out at that, watching the way Louis looks at his body as if the scars aren't there. As if he is just as normal, and more beautiful than any other person on the planet.
Still, Louis traces his fingers up the boy's body. Past his hips and belly and up his shirt, finally lying his hand flat against his chest and kissing him once before he is removing his hand and pulling the boy's shirt off of him.
Honestly though, the scars are difficult to ignore, but the only thing Louis can do is remind himself that he will never allow another scar to form on this body again. The only bruises will be from his own mouth and nothing else. The only other person who will ever touch this boy again is him, And that always helps. It definitely helps to keep the pain and hurt out of his heart when he runs his fingers over smooth skin but then suddenly feeling the uneven and raised scar tissue on the one person who never deserved such a thing.
"I love you." Louis whispers into the boy's neck as he kisses there, running his fingers back down his body. Constantly reminding himself that the scars are from the past and all he can do now is fill the boy's heart and soul with happiness, hopefully helping the boy erase all sadness from his body. So all they are, are scars with no story.
But there will always be a story, wont there?
Harry had shared his sadness, and it's time for Louis to share his happiness. "I love you." He says again. Feeling the way Harry is allowing his hands to travel and explore down his spine, causing goose bumps to form all over like waves.
"I love you too. . " Harry whispers. But it's loud, and Louis can feel it against his ear as Harry whispers it back confidently.
"Can you please touch me. . .?" Harry adds.
Louis looks down the boy's body and he can see him twitch in his briefs, and yes. He will most definitely touch him now, letting his fingers make their way back to the only piece of clothing on the boy, grabbing lightly at him. And Harry gasps, which is all Louis needed to hear to keep it going.
He just barely touches at first, kissing him all the while. Not once allowing himself to stop tasting the boy against his lips. He works other his hand under the boy's body again, this time rubbing from his lower back to his ass, back up, and back down, After a few seconds, he allows his fingers to slightly find their way under the band of the boy's briefs and he keeps it there. But he wants to see his face, so he pulls back and watches how the boy catches his breath before opening his eyes to look at him.
Louis' eyes are hooded, and his mouth is even more swollen than before. And then he fully grabs the boy and half spreads him apart with one hand. At that time, Harry gasps again, feeling full skin on skin in a hidden and private place and that only makes him want more. Louis can tell by the way he kind of licks his bottom lip before blinking slowly. So, he pulls his other hand away from Harry's dick and uses it to spread him apart even more, letting the briefs stretch and slightly fall below his own wrists. Harry then, wraps his legs around Louis, and allows himself to be lifted slightly.
He leans up and kisses Louis once before he uses his hands and presses Louis' body back into his own.
Louis does a small circular motion with his hips before he loosens his grip on Harry's ass and completely pulls his briefs down. He doesn't looks down yet though, he just pulls Harry back up and feels his full and thick dick throbbing against his own clothed one. And fuck, he needs his own briefs off like, now. When Harry traces his hands lower and rests them just above Louis' ass, he whispers.
"Can I?"
Louis nods.
"Yeah babe, take them off."
And so, he does. Pulling them down Louis' thighs and becoming even more brave as he hugs his waist tightly and yet again, pulls his body down onto his own.
Finally, skin against skin.
Louis doesn't make haste after that, he simply allows himself to feel the boy against him. He can feel the way Harry's chest rises and falls with each breath, and the way his legs twitch each time he actually does press his body a bit more into the boy's.
Harry's body speaks for itself though. It wants to be touched, even if his face doesn't show that.
Which at the moment, his face actually does show it. It shows everything. It shows his heart, and his voice. It shows what he's feeling and what he wants to feel. And it shows that he's actually a bit confused as to why Louis is just lying there on top of him, looking and fawning over him, but not really touching.
"Lou?" Harry whispers.
"I know." He says back, leaning down to kiss him before trailing his lips down to the boy's neck.
He stops there for a moment, sucking lightly in the same spot Harry had marked him. He doesn't intend to stay in that spot long, because the boy is actually beginning to wiggle a bit too much and he needs to stop teasing him and just, do something for him.
He makes his way down to the little patch of skin that hovers above Harry's belly button, and he kisses there more than a few times before moving over just a bit to kiss one of the scars that Harry's father had left. The pain Harry feels when one of the scars are touched is long gone, because all that Louis has to offer is love, and all the scars need is love.
The feeling of Louis pressing kisses onto that one spot feels a bit surreal to Harry though. It's not that he hasn't kissed his scars, bruises, or wounds before, because he has. Louis couldn't have been able to live with himself if he hadn't. It's just the fact that the feeling gets to stay. Instead of feeling new marks form, he gets to feel them slowly fade away with each kiss and tender word that falls from Louis' mouth.
Just as he begins to trail his lips away from the raised tissue, Harry grabs onto his hair and pulls it slightly. Just enough to make Louis look at him.
The look in Harry's eyes at that time is something that completely flusters Louis. Out of all of these intimate and heated moments, this is the first time he's ever seen the boy look like this. Blushed cheeks and bruised lips, but he has this sweet smile that tells Louis he is truly becoming content with his life. And no one in the world could ever understand such a thing if you hadn't been through what they've experienced. The boy is healing fast, faster than expected. How is this even normal?
"Hmm?" Louis hums as he trails his eyes back down the boy's chest. Watching again at the way his even breath rises and falls.
"Lou?" Harry whispers, making Louis look back to him with a questionable expression.
"Yeah, love?" Louis mumbles back, going to kiss a few more times around the boy's stomach.
"Never leave me."
Oh. Never leave me. Never leave him. Never leave Harry. Never ever leave the boy who would have been dead if it wasn't for Louis. Never leave the boy who he had watched his best mate beat the shit out of. Never ever ever leave the boy who had cried to him, and clinged to him as if he was the last bit of life he could feel. And never leave the boy who he had found barely breathing in the disgusting home that smelled of neglect and perversion. Of rot, of hate, of pain, of unwanted and silent tears.
Never leave.
And the reality of Harry's life is punching Louis in the gut for ever allowing himself to even know that the boy was in pain, and he did nothing about it until each time until it was almost too late.
Louis is almost too late for everything. But the one the he is sure of, is that he isn't too late at all to love. In fact, he is early. He found the one who completed him, and he went through hell to keep it. The one stable thing in his life is this boy lying beneath him with this explainable expression on his face. And he is scared as hell.
And then the silence of the boy's words are broken by a sob.
"Louis, don't."
And Louis again, doesn't speak.
"Don't you dare not say anything when I used every ounce of energy to talk for you. . ."
Louis gasps when Harry's content expression distorts into something sad and hurt. And he doesn't want this.
"I--" Louis tries, realizing that he had pulled a voice from Harry. But in return his own voice was taken away.
"I-- just. . . Sometimes Harry--"
The boy's eyes widen when Louis finally places a kiss against his skin again, for a moment he was afraid that he was going to be left alone again. And when Louis speaks out, he leaves his lips pressed against Harry and allows the vibrations of it to cause euphoria all across the frail and pale boy's skin.
"Sometimes you make it hard to breathe, and sometimes you make it hard to talk. But I love you, and I will always love you."
"And I will never leave you."
Not even a second goes by after the words are spoken before Harry smiles again, though his eyes looked slightly pained.
"I didn't--. . I didn't mean to not say anything. " Louis whispers, pulling himself up to kiss Harry again.
After four kisses and a nibble, Louis looks back at Harry and sighs.
"I've ruined the mood, haven't I?"
Harry smiles then, bigger than before.
"Maybe a little, you just scared me. ." He says it with a small chuckle, and that makes Louis' entire world spin far too fast.
"M'sorry. ." Louis whimpers like a child when he says it, whining and just flopping himself onto the boy like he had absolutely no energy.
"It's still been a while though."
"Oh? What exactly are you saying?" Louis says it playfully, poking Harry in the side and watching him squirm.
"Well, I suppose you're right. I mean, we have all of these supplies and we're already completely undressed. What on earth could we do in a situation like this?" The older boy adds after not really allowing Harry to talk, just letting him giggle.
And just like that, Harry is back to smiling and play fighting with Louis in an attempt to lighten the mood that was brought down in a matter of seconds.
"I ruined the mood, so I guess I'm just going to have to fix it then, right?" Louis says with a smile as he finally lifts himself back up. Harry looks at him, a smile still fixated on his face. And he nods. Harry actually nods. Like damn right you better fix this.
And so, Louis trails his eyes back down the boy's body. Noticing how he is softer than he was just moments before, and realizing that he definitely needs to touch him. Not just to apologize for the scare but to make him feel good, and to make him moan, and whimper, and cling to him as if he is about to drown.
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The images of the night before will forever remain etched in Harry's mind. The freedom he felt the moment the door was closed and the two were alone, and the feeling of closeness with the only person who had ever truly rescued him.
Though the warmth and the highs were good for both of them, Harry thinks the moment they shared after their highs had dropped was far more memorable. Louis hopping up after catching his breath and uttering a small "c'mon" into his ear as he leaned over him.
Harry of course, followed instantly, wondering if they should at least put some clothes on. It wasn't too important, considering they still had at least four more hours alone. So around the house they went, in search for sheets and pillows that could go unnoticed at the stroke of midnight once Anne and Robin come home.
After a short time of gathering the needed supplies, Harry had simply sat back on his bed and watched Louis hop back into his underwear and snatch one of Harry's jumpers to put on.
The younger boy was in awe at the sight, never once realizing how lovely it is to see his boyfriend wearing his clothes as he prances around his room. He stifles a giggle more than a few times.
Louis constantly steals glimpses of Harry from under his fringe as he places the sheets perfectly around the room, creating a very fragile fort for the two. Of course, one wrong move would knock it down, so Louis made sure Harry was extra careful when he finally allows the boy to crawl inside.
"Wow, it's a lot bigger than I thought it would be." Harry giggles as he measures the space between the top of his head to the sheet hanging above them. Louis of course, manages to find a perverted joke in those words, but he chooses not to speak out about it.
"So I did good-- yeah?" The older boy asks, waiting for praise as if he was a puppy.
And honestly, Louis truly is proud of this little house inside of Harry's house. Because in a way it's like it's their own little space-- hidden and away from the rest of the world.
Harry easily praises him, leaping forward and nearly knocking down part of the little home Louis had created. Though he didn't, it's not like Louis would have really cared because Harry is currently kissing all over his face and giggling all the while.
"You did good." Harry murmured between the small and warm kisses.
"Your lips feels like butterflies."
Harry cocks his head at that and actually laughs at him.
"I like butterflies."
Louis smiles widely at the words though, because he wasn't entirely lying about it. Harry's lips really did feel light and fluttered as the wings of a butterfly would feel. It's all very overwhelming sometimes. How this boy is the very essence of nature. Like the entire world revolves around, and only listens to Harry through his emotions. When he is sad, the sky is sad, when he is warm, the wind is cooling. But when he is gone, no longer an existence of this world, it will break. All natural forces and spirits of this world will fall through and wander around looking for another core to plant themselves into.
That's the conclusion Louis had come to. The night the wind had carried him to the boy. As if the earth was the only thing that could save him. So Louis was the puppet. And he has never been more grateful for the wind, and the sun, and the flowers, and the sweet hum of all insects alike for carrying him to the one thing in this universe that matters to him.
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Chapter Twenty
