I'm in Love With A Criminal

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When Harry opened his eyes the next morning, they instantly landed on Louis. Just like any other morning. He stared in awe at his sleeping state: messy hair scattered everywhere, eyelashes rested gently on his soft rosy cheeks, his lips parted ever so slightly.

Louis was an absolute beauty.

Harry smiled to himself. How could he have such a perfect, beautiful, sweet creature all for himself? How could that person love someone like him? How did he get so lucky?

He couldn't express how lucky he felt over the last few months. Louis started off by hating him and the mere sight of him would make him beyond angry. Harry, on the other hand, always thought Louis was an angel. Although he thought this, he kidnapped him incase he got caught by the police. He didn't want to risk being taken. Funny how this became the best decision in his life.

The amount of joy, happiness, even sadness he felt and experienced through this short time with Louis was astronomical. They shared plenty of laughs, smiles, tears, and love. They experienced ups and downs (mostly ups, a lot of ups). They both learned how to love another being and how to accept love in return. It was an important thing in life that they were very naive about before meeting each other. And for that, they were forever grateful.

However, everything must come to an end.

The smile that had plastered on Harry's tired face soon melted away at the thought of not being able to see Louis anymore in just a few hours. Not being able to hold him. To feel him.

It was as if he was saying goodbye to his other half. To his person. To love.

He never saw himself finding love. Yes, he had plenty of lovers in the past that had some type of connection. And yes, he has also had plenty of broken hearts from both lovers and closer people in his life. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to this. Nothing compared to the amount of pressure and guilt that was being thrown against his heart.

He felt utterly broken and ashamed. Here was Harry Styles, the notorious murderer and kidnapper that was always able to manipulate others and have a plan out, with no plan. No plan for escape this time. There was no way out of this. This was it. His final challenge.

He looked down to the sleeping boy against his chest. That was his boy. And Harry was his. Nothing in the world would change that, not even death. No powerful force. Not even whatever God was above them. But why did it feel as if something was?

Those peaceful closed eyes began to open, blinking multiple times to get used to the slight light. He found himself meeting the pair of green eyes and felt his lips naturally lift into a smile. Harry himself started to grow back his own smile at his drooping eyes.

Louis groaned from the light and snuggled closer to Harry. "Morning," he mumbled in a raspy voice.

Harry wished he could relish these moments forever. He wished he could stay like this for eternity. He adored when Louis was so tired, so sick, or just sad that he was practically attached to Harry. He could never be too close to him, like he was his comfort. If only he knew, he was Harry's comfort.