loucifer ✔

twenty six

Louis sighed and looked at the empty door way, Harry already left. It took him a while to let what Harry said soak in, his whole life is a board game and he's another puzzle piece that's scattered out across the board, waiting to be fixed.

Louis was always a fucked up person, he thought everything he did was fine, but it's not. He hurts everyone he touches and he hates that, the only hurt he wants to cause is during sex.

stop, Louis, stop.

you're sick.

"No the fuck I'm not." Louis groans, pulling at his hair.

you like getting fucked..admit it. you can't commit.

slut.

whore.

"I've changed." Louis said, shaking his head, conflicting between his inner thoughts and himself. Louis lived the life when he was sixteen, got whatever he wanted from whoever he wanted. Even though Niall was short on cash he always came through for little Louis.

Liam was the sugar daddy of sugar daddies, Louis literally got everything without even asking, whenever he got home from school Louis couldn't wait to see those little shopping bags on his front porch.

Niall was such a sunshine though, looking back on it Louis was beyond wrong. Niall let Louis hurt him and then he cheats on the one boy accepted him for who he was, caught fucking on the couch, he could never forget the look on his face.

Niall's dark brown hair was ruffled back and his eyes were glossy and red, cheeks red and his breath was shaky. The boy couldn't speak properly all he did was drop his keys and run away.

two weeks later he left.

never to return.

"can't commit.." Louis choked, trying to hold back a sob.

"can't fucking commit."

.

"Loueh!"

"Loooueh!"

"oi, I'm coming, bloody hell." Louis grumbled, "rushing me."

"I need to hurry before all the good booths are gone!" Harry said, bouncing up and down as he dragged Louis into T.G.I. Friday's. Louis scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"calm your penis, Jesus." said Louis, waddling into the restaurant.

"Excuse me sir, are there any booths?" Harry asked with his eyebrows raised with a hopeful look on his face.' Louis looked around at the dimmed restaurant to zone out from the embarrassing conversation, knowing Harry, he will beg for a booth.

luckily there was an extra booth.

The freakishly tall waiter lead them to their table, passing them through some obnoxious drunk teens and young adults.

"Hey Louis!" a voice called out, that voice was never too hard to miss. Louis turned around with a smile and ran to Michael.

"Kitty!" he shouted, running up to the older boy with open arms, hugging him tightly.

"Midget!" he shouted back as he laughed, hugging the small boy back.

"who ya here with?" Louis asked with a smile, unaware how much daggers Michael is getting from Harry.

"this girl, don't know her name, but she's nice." Michael laughed as Louis shook his head.

"I gotta go, my boyfriend's waiting." Louis said with a shrug of his shoulders, Michael nodded and hugged him again, "see you probably next week, yeah?"

"maybe!" Louis sung as he walked away, he ran over to Harry and held his hand, standing on his tippy toes to give Harry a kiss on his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark.

"who's that?" Harry asked as he sat down in the booth, with Louis following in after him, sitting directly in front.

"buddy, from school." Louis said looking at the menu, gasping at the pictures, "oh my fucking god they have chocolate cake!" Louis squealed.

"you want it?" Harry asked, smiling at the jumpy little lad.

Louis nodded quickly with a wide smile

"please?"

.

"here's your chocolate cake, sir." the waiter said with a smile, placing the small eggshell colored plate on the table top. Louis was practically part bunny as of right now, jumping up and down in his seat.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" Louis squealed clapping his hands.

"excited aren't we?" Harry smirked.

"gimme my fork!" Louis clapped as he kicked his feet a little. Harry started laughing as gave Louis the fork.

Louis instantly stuck his fork into the chocolate cake and put a piece in his mouth, moaning at the sweet flavor.

He was about to swallow until something hit against his top teeth.

"the fuck? " he mumbled, spitting out whatever was in his mouth, it was a ring.

"they put a ring in my cake.." Louis pouted, Harry snickered and wiped off the ring in his boyfriend's hand,

"no, I did.." Harry mumbled looking up at Louis, and grabbing his hand, Louis widened his eyes.

"holy shit." Louis whispered, making harry chuckle.

"a promise ring, baby." Harry laughed softly, "not proposing to you yet."

"holy shit." Louis repeated.

"I really do love you, and I don't want you to think I don't..I'm promising to you that I'll never give up on what we're building. We'll fight but I'm never giving up. You can be fixed and I'm the one to do it." Harry said, sliding the ring on Louis' finger.

And what made Louis smile even harder was how Harry's ring matched with his own, he could make out the small words engraved around the item.

'Just Try.' is what Harry's ring read

'I Promise..' was the response on Louis' ring.

"I love you too, Haz..I do.." Louis said, wiping his eyes.

The two leaned across the table to plant kisses on each other's lips, smiling.

"damn, I do love you."