I'm in Love With A Criminal

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A/N- short chapter! I'm out of town right now to help my sister move into her college dorm. I meant for this to be a part of last chapter and ran out of time. So uh... yeah? Enjoy?

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Harry opened his eyes, just to see nothing but darkness. He continued blinking to see if anything would pop up but nothing changed. When he looked down, he could see his body, his hands, and his feet.

Looking around, he shouted, "hello," to see what would happen. To his dismay, the only answer he received was a series of his repeating echoes. It was as if he was in an empty dark cave that never ends. He started walking around but it felt like he wasn't going anywhere. There wasn't anywhere to go.

Seconds later, he touched something. He noticed fingertips touching his fingertips. They were his. It was a mirror. He looked around and suddenly, there were hundreds of himself watching him.

"Harry!" Came a sudden screech.

He whipped around, knowing the source of the voice. And he hated that it was him that was screaming. Then came echos of "help" from the same voice. When Harry turned around, he saw Louis staring back at him. He was shaking. Tears streaming down his face. He wasn't breathing properly.

Harry's heart rate began to rush. He ran over to Louis and reached out, but the second his finger grazed the glass, Louis disappeared. Harry screamed out for him and looked around this haunting "mirror maze". Nothing but his own reflection.

"Harry, please!" Louis once again called. "I-I'm sorry! I don't know what happened!"

He looked around and finally saw Louis once again. This time, he was shaking much more profusely with blood covering his hands and his clothes. He tried limping towards Harry, but fell to his knees in pain.

Harry rushed over and held out a hand. Once again, Louis disappeared from his sight. Now, he was the one breathing heavily as tears began forming in his eyes. He didn't know what was happening or what to do.

Suddenly there were multiple calls for Harry, all coming from the same soft voice. He looked around and saw what seemed to be twenty Louis', all with a different scenario. The first two were reliving their same states. There was one Louis that seemed to be shedding angry tears and yelling at Harry, shaming him for something that he must have done. Another Louis was begging for something along the lines of "let him go". Another couldn't even look at him, as if a single glance could crush him more, and held a hand close to his throat.

All of them were shouting and screaming, some screams were more earsplitting than others. Harry felt utter pain at the fact that there was nothing he could do. There was no way he could help any of them. If he tried, they would simply disappear in a cloud of dust. All he could was listen to their desperate pleads of sorrow and heartbreak.

"Harry?"

He opened his eyes once again to see that he was now laying in his own bed. This time, he was face to face with whom you may call an Angel. Harry called him lovey, sunshine, Boobear, and many more. His crystal blue eyes stared down at him with concern.

"Are you alright?" He asked. "You've been thrashing around and moaning... and you've been crying."

Louis reached a hand over to gently wipe away his tears with his thumb. Noticing that Harry was breathing very heavily and quickly, he began walking him through breathing exercises to lower his heart rate.

Seconds later, Louis moved himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed and against Harry. He took a deep breath and sighed. "So... listen. About earlier. I'm-"

Before he could say anything else, Harry quickly sat up, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Louis was caught off guard and sat as still as a deer in headlights for a few seconds. It wasn't until Harry moved one hand down to his waist when he put his own small hands on his broad shoulders.

They broke apart and, even though their kiss was gentle and nowhere near steamy, they found themselves to be out of breath. They barely separated. Just enough to leave their noses touching.

"Louis... God, I love you," Harry sighed. He couldn't take his eyes off his; they were like drugs. "I'm not saying that just because. I mean it. I love you, I love you, I love you, I fucking love you Louis Tomlinson."

Louis sat their, lost for words. "Ha-Harry-"

"I don't know how to describe it," Harry shook his head. "It feels like you and I are the only people in existence. It's like we're dancing in the stars. You make me so indescribably happy and full of life."

"Harry?" Louis called to stop him. "I love you, too."

"You do?" Harry felt his heart become full.

Louis blushed and nodded sheepishly. "I love you to the moon and back."

Harry had to fight back tears. He had never felt so completed. So vulnerable. So full of life. He had always sworn that he'd never fall in love, but now here he was: looking in the eyes of his sweet creature. His Louis.

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A/N- I may have listened to the "Planetarium" from La La Land while writing the end of this and cried :). I recommend going back and doing the same hehe

Am I going too fast?