Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

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Last chappie, last A/N

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~3 days later~

*Louis' POV*

I walked downstairs, strapping the watch Zayn had bought for my birthday around my wrist. It was something that looked pretty decent and not overly shiny and posh. I liked it even more, because it had a tiny circle in the centre with the 'HS+LT' written. Thank you, Zayn, for something with my baby's initials too. Harry and I had already decided to share this watch.

It was two days since Christmas and three days since my birthday. Everything was in place, and I was very happy. Except one thing, which was not getting to even touch Harry in Robert's presence.

It was hurting Harry more than me, and even though Harry wouldn't let it show, I knew. I never let anything slip unnoticed when it came to Harry. Nothing. His eyes would tell me things he had ordered his mouth not to. He just shrug it off and smiled like nothing happened, but I wasn't unaware of his sad smile everytime he saw me hug Lottie in front of Robert, and not him. I wasn't unaware of his mumbling in deep sleep, which were mostly "Lou please" or "I don't care about what he thinks".

Harry was still hurting, thanks to me. When have I ever done anything right, anyway? But this had to stop. And it would stop.

My thoughts were interrupted as Harry threw his arms around my neck from behind and kissed my cheek. After that he came to the side and linked our arms, saying, "Peekaboo!"

I kissed his cheek and said, "I see you, baby. What's with you getting all cheery, hmm?" He tried to hide his smile as he said, "Promise you won't tease me or laugh?" I smiled and said, "Of course I wouldn't, baby."

He was blushing as he held his hands up in front of his face and-oh. His nails were painted blue and green. I took his hands in mine as I said, "Your nails... They are so beautiful, baby. Painted nails... make Harry beautiful."

Harry finally looked at me and said, "Guess who did them?" "Lots?" I asked. He shook his head and said, "Your mum."

My mum just did Harry's nails? I hadn't expected that.

I told him, "I have something to tell you. Show you, more like. Or tell you, I guess. No, wait-" "What is it, Lou?"

"I uhm wrote this somedays ago. Some weeks ago. Uhm I don't know when but I did write this and, I j-just want you to have a l-look, I guess?" I said, stammering unwillingly. I pulled out a piece of paper from my pant pocket and handed it to him, and before he could say anything, walked away.

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*Harry's POV*

The paper in my hand was titled 'Harry' and the following lines...

Make a little conversation
So long, I've been waiting to let go of myself and feel alive
So many nights I thought it over
Told myself I kind of liked her
But there was something missing in her eyes

I was stumbling
Looking in the dark, with an empty heart
But you say, you feel the same
Could we ever be enough?
Baby, we could be enough

And it's alright
Calling out for somebody to hold tonight
When you're lost, I'll find a way, and I'll be your light
You will never feel like you're alone
I'll make this feel like home

I realized my hands were shaking by the time I finished reading. What. The. Hell. My eyes were brimming with tears. Did Louis really mean all of this? He wrote this for... me? I kept the paper down on the coffee table and took a minute to calm myself down and wipe my tears. But the stupid tears wouldn't stop falling. I really didn't want to cry, but I was sobbing. This was so sweet. Louis, was so sweet.