written on these walls||larry

~15~

"Harry? Are you in the kitchen?" Louis yelled.

No answer.

He decided to finally get up from the couch, heading to the kitchen. After two weeks they had finally left the hospital, and Louis was currently staying at Harry's, because his house was empty and he insisted that he really wanted to take care of him. He still had nightmares, and flinched every time someone would do something fast near him, but that was slowly going away. He really shouldn't walk right now, but Harry won't answer and his house was huge so he eventually had to.

"Lou! Stop right fucking now! Are you crazy?" Here it is.

"Harry I'm okay I was just looking for you" he answered as he turn around to face his boyfr- no, well whatever.

"Love, you are gonna end up in bed for good if you keep standing up, just lay in our- in my bed, and try to sleep okay?" Harry asked. Louis knew he didn't like the fact that he was acting like nothing happened, but he misses his old life.

Eventually he agreed with Harry, ending up in bed starting at the ceiling with him laying next to him. They weren't boyfriends, right? But he wanted Harry all to himself. Well, fuck it.

"Harry?"

"Mhmh"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Silence filled the room. Fuck. That was a stupid idea. He was so stupid, how could he even think that? It was too soon.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked, turning his head to face Louis. His eyes filled with anxiety and fear. But also hope.

"I mean, maybe it's too soon, just forget about it-"

He stopped as soon as he felt warm lips against his own. A soft, slow kiss. It felt great. Theirs lips moves against each other perfectly, and fits like two pieces of puzzle.

"I'd love to" Harry said, breathing against Louis' cheek as soon as they pull away.

~*~

"We are gonna have to talk about this sooner or later" jay declared.

"Listen mum, I'm coming home tomorrow and we can if you want, but there is nothing to talk about" Louis answered. He heard his mother sighing in the other side of the phone, but then she hung up after a yes. He called for Harry as soon as he was done, and waited for him in the bedroom.

"So I was thinking" Harry says as soon he walked in the room. He was still wearing his pajama bottom, but now he was shirtless.

"Maybe, you should explain to me what happened? I mean you don't have to, but I can tell that you are hurt" Harry said as he seated next to him.

"Well, I literally have stitches on my face so is not that hard to tell" Louis answered even though he knew exactly what he meant.

"Intendo emotivamente(I mean emotionally)"

"Well it's-it's pretty fucked up" Louis started. "My father had this friend, they were really close, but then he, Derek, gave my father some money and he never returned them, so he literally started to stalk him, and one day dad made me seat on the couch and told me 'son, if something happens to me, you have to pretend that dad is still with you, you know even if you don't see me anymore, because I'll always be, here' pointing at my heart. I was ten, so I had no idea what it meant. Five years later he-" the memory of that day flashed in his head. It was the worst day of his life and he missed his dad so much and- fuck. Tears.

He was quick to wipe them away, taking a deep breath before continuing. "He died. I found him in the bathroom pale as a fucking wedding dress, eyes open and blue around his mouth. He poisoned himself. The bastard didn't even locked the door. Fuck, my- my sister could have found him. But despite he was a coward, I did as he told me and I've been tortured because I couldn't fucking say that he was dead." As soon as he finished, he felt weak and sick. The tears were running down his cheeks.

"Oh baby" Harry said, and Louis noticed that he had tears in his eyes too. He felt two strong harms around his neck, and he felt better, because now he had Harry.

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