Going Separate Ways - Larry
Sorry if this is total crap. well, buh bye now.
They were the love of each other's life, the couple that everyone looked up to. Even the homophobes were envious of their love. Louis and Harry had been dating for four years now, ever since the beginning year of high school. They had had English and History together, magically set next to each other by their teachers. It had started with a crush Louis had on the younger boy, that he didn't know ifs as mutual, or if he was even gay as well. Harry tried to leave hints for the blue eyed lad, but he was so dense. So Harry waited until the next day, when he had bought a magnificent bouquet of different colored roses, all tied together by a pure white ribbon that Harry had tucked a small slip of paper inside. The whole day he waited patiently, hoping Louis actually did fancy him. Eventually History class came around, and Harry's palms began to sweat heavily and a lump had formed in his throat, making it too difficult to breathe. As he was about to just forget about the flowers, their eyes met, Louis taking the biggest strides possible towards the curly haired boy.
"Oh, who are those for? Who's the lucky girl?" Louis had asked, hoping Harry would reply exactly as he wanted him to.
"Well um, they're for er, a boy. You...actually." Harry said, in his low voice, extending his arm to the excited boy that was about to do a back flip. The shorter boy gratefully took them, immediately reading the slip of paper.
'I can't stop thinking about you. I've been liking you for quite sometime now. Will you please go to the dance with me? Xx (: - H'
All Louis could muster up was a nod, not trusting his voice, in fear of cracking. The rest, was history. But they were about to make new history.
But they were about to make new history. The boyfriends sat at a small wooden table in the local cafe, heaping piles of envelopes surrounding them. Each of the white rectangles held a different future for the couple as individuals. For months now, the pair had been filling out college application forms, hoping, praying, that they could continue their relationship through their next level of education. But they both knew their chances on a miracle of that degree were slim to none. Neither boy mentioned this heart-wrenching truth, for it was already known, and therefore unnecessary to voice. So they picked up their first letter each, Louis' from Columbia University, Harry's from UCLA, the two colleges that had each chosen separately. Eagerly, they each pulled out a crisp white document.
"I got accepted!" Both cheered at the exact same time. As it sunk in just how many miles the boys would be from each other, Harry wasted no time in getting up from his own seat to cuddle into Louis, nuzzling his face into the other boy's warm neck, Louis' arms wrapping comfortingly around his Hazza.
"Louis...I-I want to go but...I'm going to miss you so bad..." Harry's voice was just a breath of air, tears already forming in the corners of his eyes, but Louis could not see this because of their position.
"It's okay, Hazz. It's just four years...1,460 days, we'll count it down together. We can talk on the phone everyday, skype whenever. Then, when we graduate, we'll buy a house, find a surrogate...the whole domestic thing." As Louis said this, he rotated the promise ring on his finger. Harry had presented the rings on their third year anniversary Louis remembered how nervous Harry had been, repeatedly patting his pocket and staring at the ground during every conversation. It wasn't until Louis had kissed him, that Harry could finally clear his throat and give him his ring.
"Because I know we'll be together forever. I love you so much Louis, it's unfathomable."
That memory was so vivid, like a scene from a movie, his own personal mind show. His thoughts had taken over him, making him near forget the boy in his lap, until he noticed the olive green orbs staring up at him. Louis immediately met his tear blurred gaze, seeing pink tear streaked cheeks that big fat tears kept rolling down.
"Aw, shit, Harry. Now I'm gonna cry." Louis warned, his throat clenching as a warning of the tears that were soon to come. Sure enough, a lone tear crashing down his own face and landing on Harry's nose.
They stayed this way for quite sometime before they started opening more letters, as if they had not already made up their mind. Louis would be strong though, not let Harry see him too upset. But as soon as he got home to his room, alone, he broke down, lost any shred of dignity he had left. The crying was the only thing that lulled him to sleep, leaving the horrid thoughts of having to leave the best thing that had ever happened to him.
