I'm in Love With A Criminal

Epilogue

Louis was alone. He felt empty and absolutely destroyed. He had no home to go to, because home was no longer a thing.

Word had quickly gotten out about Harry Styles' execution and, of course, everyone celebrated. There were cheers, dances, even a mini "parade" to celebrate that the most famous criminal had finally paid for his crimes.

Shortly after he heard the dings of the bells, Liam walked him to the Tomlinson house (not after letting him cry, and even letting a few of his own tears fall). When he was safe at the house, he explained how he, Zayn, and Niall had plans of running off, probably to another country, in case people caught on to them and discovered their relationship with Harry.

Although it hurt more to say goodbye to them as well, he knew it was for the best.

He didn't leave his room for dinner. He didn't shower. He didn't change into pajamas. As soon as Liam left, he buried himself under his bed sheets and sobbed until he didn't have any more tears left.

His sisters and mom tried coming in to talk, but he pushed them all away. He couldn't face his sisters or mother that still didn't accept the fact that he was pregnant. He even contemplated running away, either by himself or finding the boys before they took off and ran away with them. In the end, something told him to stay and, although he already regrets it, he felt as if it was right.

He had even began questioning the whole single parent thing. He always had so much support for single parents as he always saw it as the scariest and most difficult thing someone may experience. He had an incredible amount of respect for them.

Now, as a single parent himself, he was experiencing a lot of pressure and fear on top of all of the horrendous sadness from the last few days. He was terrified that he would fail or he couldn't do anything alone. He was taking care of another life all by himself! How could anyone do that?

Now, he lay in bed. Alone. Except for his thoughts.

Was it always this cold? Has my bed always been this huge? I need someone to hold. Oh! I forgot to tell Ha... oh...

A cool breeze hit Louis' shoulder. He turned his head towards the window the look out into the dark sky. It was filled with thousands of beautiful lights that shined up the nighttime sky. Night was underrated, in Louis' opinion. It was always so beautiful.

He looked at the stars and thought about the amount of times he would lay in the grass and stargaze with...him. How the two of them would point out certain shapes and designs they found, and how they would laugh at whatever nonsense their brain would come up with. They always had the best conversations late at night. The simple thought brought a weak smile to Louis' pale face.

Suddenly, he felt a hand making its way up Louis' waist and soon up his arm. The first thought that came to mind was Phoebe, who tended to come to his room late at night because of a bad dream. She loved spending the night with Louis in his bedroom.

He turned around and expected to see her growing brunette hair that had been messed up from tossing and turning. But when he saw curly hair that once framed a sharp jawline and green eyes that glowed in the darkness, he shot up from his laying position and opened his mouth to scream.

But his mouth was quickly covered by the hand, making his sounds of distress muffled. He breathed heavily into the palm of the hand as the person in front of him continued to make "shh" noises to calm him down.

"Lou, lovey, it's ok," the voice called. "Calm down for me, yeah? It's alright. It's just me."

The calming voice only made Louis panic mode and begin shaking with fear. The person was quick to climb onto the bed and bring another hand to Louis' shaking body to comfort him.

"Shh, hey, it's ok. You're alright," the voice whispered once again.

Louis continued breathing heavily and shaking insanely as the man tried to calm him down. And like it has in the past, the simple feeling on the man's hands on him did in fact calm him down.

After a few seconds of staring into his green eyes, Louis reached a shaky hand up to the curls that rested messily on his head. His fingers ran through the soft hair and realized how familiar it felt. He examined his eyes and brought another hand to graze his dimpled cheek as the man's own hand removed from his mouth.

"Hazza?" Louis shakily whispered.

The "criminal" smiled at his nervous tone and reached a hand up to hold Louis' hand that still stuck to his cheek. "Hi, sunshine."

Louis was choked up, loss for words, empty minded. This had to be a dream. "W-What? Y-You we-were.... How?"

"I promised you we'd see each other soon, and I never break my promises, right?" Harry whispered, bringing this foreheads together.

The amount of pressure and swelling he felt in his heart was astronomical. He didn't realize he was crying until Harry cooed and brought his hand up to wipe the tears away.

"Why are you crying, Princess?" He smiled.

"Ha-Harry," Louis said as if it was foreign word. "How?!"

"A good criminal never reveals his secrets," Harry smirked.

Louis stared at him, blanked face, for a few seconds before the two of them began quietly giggling like teenagers, admiring each others' smiles and the crinkles by their eyes as if they were long lost treasures.

When they calmed down a bit, Harry's smile grew as he traveled one hand down to Louis' barely noticeable bump. "How are you two holding up?"

Louis' smile dropped ever slow slightly—but never went away—and sighed deeply. "They're killing me."

Harry hummed, looking down at his clothed tummy. "Is that right, munchkins?" He asked in a baby-like voice.

Louis chuckled slightly, fonding over Harry. When the elder looked up, they stared lovingly into each others' eyes. A sea of green and blue with endless shining stars. It was so similar to the first time they met eyes, yet so different. It was much more powerful, full, unbreakable. However, it never lost that love at first sight.

The green pair took a glance towards his thin lips, yearning for that contact. And who was Louis to ignore that wish?

They leaned forward for a kiss that felt like none they've ever share. They couldn't describe what it was or what it felt like, but it was an incredible, warm and fuzzy feeling that they never wanted to let go of.

They pulled apart enough to look into each others' eyes once more, with the tips of their noses touching.

"These bruises from the inmates...they were talking bad about you," Harry whispered. "I decided to give those shits what they deserve."

Louis smiled. "My hero," he said jokingly.

After a few moments of nothing except for the faint night time sounds, Harry stood up and picked Louis up. Louis silently gasped and grabbed onto him. "What are you-"

Before he could continue, Harry was wrapping Louis' legs around himself and pulling him in for another kiss, which Louis melted into.

"Let's not ask anymore. Let's just do...okay?"Harry suggested when he pulled away and walked towards the window.

Without hesitation, Louis nodded with a slowly growing smile and let Harry climb the two of them outside into the cold winter air. As soon as they got to the ground, they ran. Ran as fast and far as possible, with each others' hands in their own. No, they didn't know where they were going. They didn't think about where to go. All that mattered was that the two of them were alone and free at last.

~I'm in Love With A Criminal~