The final Project {Larry Stylinson book 3}

Chapter 16

It's honestly not the best, not gonna lie. 

The boys are lying together on the blanket. After they both cried, Harry feeling incredibly guilty about not being there for Louis when he needed him, Louis pulled back in time but also extremely happy because his Hazza loved him and never stopped loving him.

Their fingers are intertwined and Louis' head is resting on Harry's chest. They haven't said anything for a while but it's a nice silence, an enjoyable one.

"You haven't done it yet." Louis whispers, fingers from his free hand lingering over Harry's clothed chest.

"Haven't done what, my love?"

"Kiss me."

Harry looks down only for his eyes to connect with a beautiful blue pair.

"Do you want me to? I don't want to push anything, Lou..."

"Please..." the smaller boy begs, eyes glued on Harry's lips.

Harry cups Louis' cheek, pulling the boy closer to him. He looks one more time in his eyes, looking for something. When he sees Louis' wanting look, he leans in, softly connecting their lips.

Stronger than fireworks, more than an army of butterflies. The most cliché movie or love story can't compare to what both boys feel.

Shakespeare would be speechless, lost for the words to describe a love this strong.

It doesn't take long, and there is no tongue involved. It's just a passionate, loving yet desperate kiss. Their lips move in synch and every single emotion is transported.

Louis has moved to Harry's lap, as usual clenching himself fully on the boy. When their lips disconnect he hides his face in the crook of Harry's neck, quickly pecking it.

"My butterfly." He whispers, now leaning his head against Harry's and his finger tracing the younger boys' face. "My beautiful butterfly, my angel. No words can describe how much I missed you. It's like a part of my heart just grew back on only by your lips on mine, our heartbeats on the same rhythm."

"I'm not that good with words like you are, Lou. Just... I really really love you and I missed this. I missed you."

"Now I had the taste of your lips, I want to have an even better taste." Louis smirks.

"Better than my lips? The audacity to say that after our first kiss again." Harry jokes, poking Louis in the ribs. The smaller boy giggles, his eyes shining from happiness. He missed the banter they always used to have. "And what is better than my lips according to you, Louis Tomlinson?"

Louis has mischief in his eyes and Harry loves it. He loves when Louis gets cheeky. It's one of the things that make Louis, well Louis.

"Well..." Louis puts himself on Harry's lap and kisses his neck, hands slowly going down to his jeans.

"It's your..." Louis sucks the spot below Harry's ear and he is playing with the waistband of Harry's boxer.

He leans closer to whisper into Harry's ear.

"It starts with a D." He bites Harry's ear shell, hands still resting on Harry's half hard one.

"Lou..." Harry moans.

Then Louis jumps up and moves to the picnic basket, grabbing the home made cookies.

"Your delicious cookies!"

"You are horrible, Tomlinson!" Harry runs over to Louis and carries him, hanging him over his shoulder.

"Hazza, Hazza no!" Louis shrieks, but amusement still clear when he sees Harry running towards the lake. He jumps in, making Louis scream.

"You are such a dick." Louis his Harry softly against his shoulder. He tries to sound serious but fails miserably.

"Oh, so now you are able to say that word huh." Harry jokes.

Louis swims over to Harry, going into his usual koala position. His arms are wrapped around Harry's neck and he connects their lips. It's less intense than the first one but still more than perfection.

"This is the happiest I have ever been." Louis confesses. "Having you back in my life. I was so scared I'd lost you forever. I couldn't handle that, Hazza. You are it for me, you know that right?"

"I know. We are meant to be with each other. I feel so stupid for never walking up to you at school. I was just so scared..." Harry admits. "And I really thought you and Bebe were a thing."

"I thought the same about Josh and you. But you are only mine." Louis pushes himself closer to Harry, not that that was really possible, but still he managed.

"Yours, Lou." Harry whispers against his lips.

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It's around eleven o clock when the boys arrive back home, clothes still relatively wet.

"Hey boys! What happened to you?" Jay asks.

"This idiot threw me in the lake." Louis nudges Harry's arm and Harry reacts by grabbing Louis on the waist, kissing his temple.

"Sorry, love. I just had to."

And not that Jay needed that comment from Harry to know what's going on, because her son's facial expression and shining eyes already gave it away, she is happy to hear the confirmation that her little Louis is back with the love of his life.

"I'm happy for you." Jay smiles. "I really, really am. You deserve this, both of you." Harry smiles softly, but it's still clear that he doesn't feel as relaxed as he used to be. He is still scared that deep down Jay blames him for breaking her son's fragile heart two years ago.

And Jay, the perfect mother she is, senses this. She walks up to the American boy and pulls him in her arms.

"You are family, Harry. Don't worry about the past. You're making him happy which makes you a part of this family."

"What about Lottie?"

"Lottie wants to talk to you." Harry looks up when he hears the female voice, the teenage girl coming from down the stairs.

Harry turns around to Louis, a scared look on his face but the older boy just gives him a warm smile and a nod, telling him that it will be alright.

"Do you want to talk now then?" Harry suggests. If he is going to be slaughtered by the teenager, better fast.

"Yes, please."

Louis grabs Harry's hand and kisses his cheek after whispering:

"You'll be alright love. Don't stress. It's Lottie. She almost loves you as much as I do. I'll be downstairs with tea when you two are finished. Love you, Hazza."