i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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~ Harry ~

I might be the luckiest man on earth right now. I'm alive, its a miracle, but I'm alive. It's thanks to Louis actually.

When I got back in the trenches, I realised that Louis still had my coat. So I walked through the trenches to find the commander, because I wanted a new coat.

Normally, you can't just leave your place, especially not when the Germans brought in mortars. But I'm the cousin of the head chief, so everyone just let it slide, considering they all know how protective my cousin is.

When I was on my way back with a new coat, news came that there had been an explosion on the place that I was supposed to be. Everyone had died in that part of the trenches. So now I'm just watching body's being moved.

Side note: the cloth that protected my eye is not necessary anymore, my eye doesn't even hurt.

"Who the fuck are you?" Someone breaks the silence.

I look up and I see him. I don't see his face because a man is standing in front of him, but I know it's him because I see that he's wearing two pairs of socks.

"I'm Louis." He says confidently, like he's supposed to be here.

I can't believe he's actually here, It works perfectly because he's British and he has the right uniform coat (which looks adorable on him, it's way too big so his hands are hidden in the sleeves).

"Yeah, I was a little lost during Christmas, with the truce and all that." I hear Louis lie.

"So why don't you go back to where you came from?" Johnson sneers.

I think Louis convinced him that he's from another complex of trenches.

"You see, I can't, the mortars ruined my way back. I can only get back if I walk that way" he points more towards the British side "but that'll take hours."

Johnson sighs. "In times like this you can't trust anyone, I need to check your name in the archives to be safe."

Fuck. If he finds out that Louis isn't in the archives, he'll get killed.

I am almost having an panic attack but when I look at Louis I can't see a single trace of fear.

He scoffs like Johnson just said something ridiculous. "You can't leave your men here, are you planning on going to the headquarter place or whatever just to check the archives? That's the craziest thing I've ever heard. I'm obviously British! I'm here to fight for my country and here I see a commander who is more worried about archives then the safety of his men!"

Louis is a good actor, but Johnson is Johnson, which means he will check the archives, no matter what Louis says. So, this is my moment to shine, I guess.

"I'll go to the archives with him." I say.

Louis' eyes widen and Johnson protests: "not a chance, I'm going to take him to the archives, you stay here, Styles."

"Sure... but if die, head chief Styles won't be very happy about that, will he? If he'd know what is going here he'd want me to be safe, at the command office." I say more confidently than I am.

Johnson knows my cousin will get mad if I get hurt so he has to let me go to the command office. Louis is still gaping at me, and I figure we have to talk about some stuff soon.

"O- of course, you don't have to come back, I'm sorry, tell him I said hi." He says.

I nod and I take Louis wrist to pull him with me.

When we're out of sight I turn around to ask him questions. "What are you doing here? How did you get here? Are you crazy? Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be here?!"

Instead of answering he just stared at me. "How can you be alive?" He asks.

I don't know how I'm supposed to answer that so I decide to not answer him at all.

"You can't survive that.." he mutters. It's almost like he doesn't want himself to believe that I'm alive. Maybe he's scared that it's just a dream, although I couldn't imagine me being in any of his dreams.

I now realize that he's talking about the mortar shootings.

"I wasn't in the area when it happened, I was getting a new coat." I tell him.

It looks like he realises that I'm alive and he sighs relieved.

"So I basically saved your life?" He asks jokingly.

"Yeah," I chuckle softly "you actually did."

Our eyes meet and we pull each other in a hug at the same time.

"I'm glad you're alive, Curly." Louis whispers in my ear

I press my face into his neck and I take in his sent. He smells like rain and mud, and his hair tickles my forehead. It actually smells really good and my whole body feels warm.

"Any fitting quote?" I ask him. I try to step a little closer to him, but our body's are already pressed against each other.

"All you need is faith, trust and a little bit of pixie dust..?" Louis laughs.

I laugh with my face still pressed against his neck. It feels quite good being in his arms, I feel like a content puppy.

He tries to pull away from the hug but I won't have any of it. How dare he think he gets to to let me go so fast.

"Missed me?" He laughs softly while wrapping his arms around me again.

"The day felt really long without you." I mumble instead of answering.

"In that case, you've had many long days, considering we've only ever been together one day." He says.

"Hush you, we've known each other for years, what do you mean?" I hopelessly deny the fact that we've only known each other for like 24 hours.

"It feels like it." He whispers.

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We walk for about two hours, but it feels way less. We talk about random things, nothing to deep. He definitely talks more than I do, but I don't mind, I love hearing him talk.

He often wants me to talk though, he asks me a lot of different questions. Sometimes about my opinion on things, sometimes about my family, friends and he even asked if I had ever been in a relationship. I blushed and I said: "nothing to serious." Which made him add a "yet." When I asked him what he meant he just said: "pretty boys like you never stay single for long."

We also talked about more serious stuff as fears. He told me that he was afraid of the dark sometimes because it made him feel lonely. I told him I'm afraid of opening up too much.

Right after I told him that, I realised that I had been very open with Louis. The realisation made me want to push him away and I just stayed quiet for the rest of the walk. He knew something was up but he decided to let me be and he just talked about Peter Pan instead.

We're at the command post now, and I don't really have a plan, but Thomas, my cousin, loves me so it'll be fine.... I think.

"There goes nothing." I mumble.