One shots

Fuck Time (L. S)

« Harry is obsessed with time traveling, until one day he has to use it to save Louis life.»

(I watched a movie with a similar plot when I was young but I can't remember the title so if you know please tell me :))

It was a beautiful evening in late September, when harrys life was about to change forever. The young physics student was taking a walk in the near by park of the uni, as alway accompanied by his favorite person being. Louis, said favorite person was walking right next to him, Harry's arm securing him in place while the couple made its way.

"You shouldn't worry so much Harry, you'll do great in that stupid test tomorrow and you'll graduate with honors, I tell you. " the small brunette assured, snuggled into his boyfriends side. "It's not so much that, what I'm worried about.." Harry replied scratching his neck. "Well, you'll do great as always, I'm telling you and as you know, I'm always right." Louis replied laughing. Harry however had a wierd feeling since he woke up this day in the morning, just like something was about to happen and it stressed him out, along with an unfinished project about time traveling he just couldn't finish. The curly head pressed a soft kiss to Louis head in order to get rid of the stressing thoughts to enjoy the moment. Everything around was quite and peaceful, birds softly singing thier late summer songs while the sun kept going down. The couple had spent thier day at the campus, as always. Not that one of them complained about it.
Harry studied Physics and Maths, a rather curel combo, how Louis found who himself studied Arts and Politics. Harry loved his studies anyways, but especially if Louis was watching him and he had someone actually listen to him, rambling about his favorite subject, (besides Louis of course) Time. The boy was fascinated by the complexity of Time. How many nights Louis spend asleep next to Harry in a uncomfortable office chair, while his Boyfriend was lost in this studies? He stopped counting a long time ago. Even though Louis enjoyed it, watching his gorgeous Boy, deeply lost in his mind, wearing classes, his hair pulled up in a messy bun so it wouldn't bother him. To be honest he did it just as much for himself, as he did for Harry. "You should really stop stressing Haz." the smaller boy whispered again, feeling his boyfriend tens and nervous. "I don't know Lou, I'm just do close to actually figuring it out!"
"Harry, you said that before, remember? And it ended up with you ruining the whole electricity system" Louis laughed.
'Figuring it out'  meant in this case nothing less then time traveling. Harry was obsessed with it since he read Albert Einsteins Theories about it. Ever since then, he boy could go on and on about it until even Louis lost the plot and just let him ramble, nodding from time to time to pretend he understood anything. "But I swear this time im so close!". Right after Harry said that, and Louis was about to laugh once again, and cracking noise came from behind the boys, causing them to turn around.
A dark dressed figure appeared in front of them, pointing something at them before any of them could progress. Harry had no time to act, as the man ripped Louis out of his grip, snatching the bag away, he was still carrying from uni. All of them stood unmoved for a second before the figure hurried away. Harry was shocked, starring at the place, the stranger appeared from a second ago. He was about to allow himself to breathe again, when suddenly something beside him collapsed. The tall boy turned around as fast as he could have only to find Louis laying lext to him, blood dripping out of his mouth, his eyes wide open starring at nothing. "Louis!" Harry shouted falling to his knees next the boy, tears already threatened to fall as he watched his favorite person struggle to breathe. He looked Down, finding a knife sticking out of Louis torso, right above his heart. "No Baby, please.." the curly head begged, pulling the boy to his lap while calling an ambulance with the other hand. He watched Louis chest struggle to rise a few times, until it stopped completely. Louis eyes fell shut slowly stopping as they were halfway closed.
" No." he cried resting his head in Louis bloody chest.
The paramedics arrived a few minutes later, only able to tell Harry what he already knew. Louis was gone. Stabbed to death by a stranger, leaving Harry covered in hid blood, a million questions on his tongue that only the universe could answer. All the time stopped for Harry the second he saw his love close his eyes. The image of Louis lifeless body on the ground burning into his head. - And for what? For 20 fucking pounds  being all Louis had had in his backpack.
"I'm not gonna accepting this." Harry shouted, as soon as he was alone, after the police had dropped him of at his Flat, thier falt.
Louis side of the bed was still unmade, his sence everywhere driving Harry insane with the grief. The boy threw things around, trashing thier entire flat before running out. He was still dressed in the same clothes, bloodstains over his sleeves and tea stains on its collar. Without thinking the boy run back to Uni, the only place he knew he would be left alone. He stormed unto his personal study room, throwing everything from his professors desk, not carrying as they flew around. He took out his own papers whispering. "I'm not accepting this." over an over again,not realising how the time around him continued going on. It didn't took to long and the boy got lost in his papers, this time, Noone being there to interrupt him.
No one listenimg to his theories. Harry cryed out frustrated, he needed to figure time out and it needed to be now, he needed Louis back. He would get him back. The boy spent day and night there from now on, not even changing unless someone threatened to throw him out if he doesn't. Someone, meaning his mum or his prefessor who helped him even though the old man thought it was nonsense waht he did. The pain of loss drew its deep cuts into Harry's soul, but also made sure he nerve lost his Fokus. He missed Louis funeral, which took place a few weeks later, his murder never getting caught. Missed Christmas and new years.
Three months past, Louis bed still unmade in thier flat, Harry still caught up with his obsession in bringing Louis back. No one was able to talk him out of it. Only at nights when he was alone, Harry broke. He cryed for hours, crying until he would fall asleep, just to wake up hours later with a silent scream on his lips. The days repeated themselves.
Until one day. Harry layed still after another break down, starring at the blackboard in front of his that held anything he figured out yet. Suddenly all the numbers came together in his head. The boy almost face-palmed himself. The solution had been right there in front of him. Harry almost cryed out of joy. But even though he'd liked to he wasn't going to be able to just rush in. Another painful slow two weeks had to pass until Harry had found someone who took his plans and made them Reality.
He'd really done it.
The boy actually created a time machine. Harry found himself strapped into the Maschine that looked like something out of a sincefiction movie. "For you Louis." Harry said, pressing the button that would either bring him back in time, or kill him along with the entire electric system of London. A loud crash roared through the air lightning flashed and then, everything was suddenly quite.