Italy won and the singer is hot as fuck so that's why there is another chapter
Louis left the party, stormed off to his room and that's where he is now. He just took a shower, washed the green paint that was spread everywhere off his body and now he is just lying in bed.
He hopes Harry is not pissed at him, he really does, but he doesn't feel like he is in the wrong.
Louis doesn't care what people say about him, he really doesn't. He used to, but that is over. He knows that there are people that don't like him and yeah in the beginning of his career that really bothered him because he didn't get why people can just hate you without a reason, but now he doesn't give a fuck.
He knows that the people he cares about, care about him too and that's everything he needs.
But this is totally not the case with Harry.
The curly boy has been under his wing since he was sixteen and Louis has been there for him the whole time.
He remembers how Harry used to cry himself to sleep because of random people starting to hate on him.
He remembers how Harry was scared to talk to a girl because the media made him some womanizer.
He remembers how Harry was afraid to wear what he wants or ashamed about stupid nail polish.
Louis remembers everything and he has sworn that he'll always protect Harry from the bad that people say about him so no, he is not sorry for hitting Kei. He called Harry a slut knowing very well that's not the case and Louis doesn't just let it happen like that.
The older boy is so drown in his own thoughts that he doesn't notice the person sitting next to him. It's only when he feels a hand on his cheek that he looks up.
"Hey, baby. You were on another planet." Harry smiles softly but Louis doesn't answer.
He is so scared that he made Harry angry because he slapped him.
"Talk, Lou." Harry grabs Louis' hand and rubs his thumb.
"If you expect an apology, I'm not going to give one. I want to be clear about that." Louis sounds grumpy and even though it's not funny, Harry chuckles lightly.
"Nobody asks you to, it's alright. Demi told me what happened. I'm not pissed at you, or disappointed. It's the opposite actually. I heard you ignored Kei when he threw vodka in your face?"
Louis nods.
"It's just vodka, Haz. I mean I wasn't even wearing a shirt so it's no big deal. You asked me not to use violence so I tried to listen to you. I also didn't care about him calling me an ugly rat. You think so? Get in line, I don't give a fuck.
But he didn't have the right to say something bad about you only because you didn't choose him. I will never let people talk bad about you. I will not just keep my mouth shut and listen how fucking Kei calls you a slut.
And then after that even having the nerve to say that I don't love you?"
Louis starts to shake again, anger welling up.
"Hey, it's alright. No need to be angry about it anymore. You tried to do the treat people with kindness way, I tried doing it the tommo way."
Louis raises his eyebrow.
"What do you mean? What did you do, Haz?"
"Kicked him in the balls. Nobody throws vodka in the face of my man."
And all the anger that was boiling inside of Louis before disappears when he hears Harry calling him his man. The rage gets replaced by butterflies and now his cheeks are tinted pink.
"You really did that?"
Harry nods.
"Of course. I'm not letting anyone do that to you. What the fuck is he thinking? I want him off the show."
"Oh my god, same!" Louis sighs dramatically.
"Come here then." Harry pats on his lap and Louis obeys, sitting on the younger boy.
"I'm proud of you, Lou." Harry whispers, putting a stray of hair behind his ear. "I'm so fucking proud of you and I'm so lucky that you really want to work on this. I can feel the effort that you are doing, even though I'm the one that should do that." Harry puts his head on Louis' shoulder after pecking it.
"It's not just you, baby. It's both of us. But we're doing alright, aren't we?" Louis grabs Harry's hand and places it on the place where his heart is, just like on the boat a few nights ago.
"It's healing thanks to you." Louis whispers, his blue eyes connecting with Harry's green ones. "It's healing because it finally is able to beat on the same rhythm again as yours. It can feel you again, your love again. The missing piece is back and it's slowly growing on again."
Harry's finger traces over the place where Louis' heart is before pecking it.
"My heart is yours. God we are so cheesy, aren't we?" Harry chuckles.
"We are, but I love it." Louis says, big smile on his face and eyes shining when he looks at the boy under him. "I love you."
"I love you too."
And their foreheads rest against each other. They can feel the hot breath in their faces.
Louis can't help but look at Harry's lips.
His beautiful, pink plumb lips.
He has missed them so much.
And Louis is done with playing safe. Harry has chosen him already so many times and they communicate like people their age should with each other. They respect, take care and work on the things that should be worked on.
"Fuck it."
Louis grabs Harry's chin and leans in, his tin pair of lips connecting with Harry's plumb ones.
He can feel Harry freeze but it doesn't take long for the curly boy to kiss back.
For the first time in one and a half year they kiss again, putting every single emotion in it.
Their lips go in synch. It's passionate, slow and full of love.
It's Harry and that's all that Louis wants and needs.
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