Once In A Lifetime

9

Harry arrived 10 minutes later just like he said he would. His car was small but was the perfect amount for the two of them. Harry rolled down his window before Louis could get in, "Get in loser." He shouted which made Louis laugh just a bit.

    He got in the car and it was warm in there so it felt pretty nice. All of the sudden a disturbing thought came to Louis' head, "How did you know where I lived?"

    "I know the town well. Considering my mom is the assistant mayor. I know who lives where and when they leave." Yeah, that was the root of most of Harry's stress at home, his mother's job. Harry's father always said that she worked too much and should be home more while she fought back. No one ever agreed, so the problem remained unsolved.

Louis chuckled letting his nerves settle just a little bit, "Oh ok." Was all he could respond with. They kept cruising around the different streets until Harry stopped in the middle of a field. "Is this the part where you murder me?"

"No, not yet." He laughed a little before grabbing his painting supplies out of the trunk. Not only was Harry good at drawing but he was good at painting as well. "We are going to paint whatever we see or feel."

Louis sighed, "another lesson? I thought those didn't start until Monday." He opened the door and got out of the car.

"They don't. This is about you, Louis Tomlinson." His cheeks started to heat up and turn a deep shade of red. Why was Harry being nice all of the sudden? Flirtatious even. Louis decided not to question it and just enjoy it while it lasted. He moved to the back of the car to help Harry carry his two small easels, paint brushes, paints, and canvas'.

After a while they found a perfect spot in the clearing to set up their spot. "The trick is to not look at the others painting and reveal it after." Harry said and Louis shook his head ok before beginning. Louis painted the background with purples, blues, and a little bit of black. It almost looked like a masterpiece, he didn't want to ruin it, but he also knew he needed to add more.

Harry started painting the background black. After it dried he painted Jupiter and Saturn in the solar system, stars swarmed all around the two planets. Louis made the mistake of looking at Harry's which obviously looked like it belonged in The Met Museum.

"This is not fair. Yours looks like it was painted by Picasso." Louis pouted looking at his mess of paints.   

Harry glared at him but tried his best to replace it with a soft smile, "I told you that you weren't supposed to look at mine and that I wasn't supposed to look at yours."

"Well I did anyway and mine looks horrible." Louis looked at the ground.

The curly haired boy's eyes narrowed, "Why? Because it doesn't look like mine? Who told you that mine was the best?"

"Mr. Owens." Louis still felt bad about his work and this definitely wasn't helping him.

"What does he know about art? This could look like a piece of shit to another person." Harry challenged, "That's why you can't care about what other people think. Their opinion should be at the bottom of your priorities list. They don't know you. They don't know why you make the decisions you make."

  Louis still looked at the ground, focused on the grass like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen in his entire life. What Harry was saying made sense but part of him still didn't want to believe it.

"Yell it." Harry said.

The smaller boy finally looked up and knit his eyebrows together in confusion, "Yell what?"

"Yell what you are most scared of." Harry smiled and stepped away from his easel before yelling, "I'm scared that life is going by too fast! I'm not ready!" The fear echoed until it was gone, it disappeared.

Louis decided he would do it because what harm could it do? None. "I am scared that I will fail!" He heard as the sound turned into dust, like it had been on fire. He imagined it, "Harry, give me a sketchbook." He quickly threw one over to him and Louis didn't hesitate to begin drawing. Finally, he knew what it was that he was trying to say.

After a little while, Harry finished his painting of outer space and when he was finished he quickly signed H.S. at the bottom. Louis hadn't looked up from the sketchbook since he got it. He drew himself and Harry standing in the middle of the field like they were right now. He drew them shouting at the top of their lungs everything that they had ever felt and it seemed so real to him. Almost like he could touch it.

"I'm finished." Louis lightly brushed his hand over the piece of paper. For some reason he felt like the draw was a part of him. "Here's your sketchbook back."

Harry shook his head, "No, you keep it. That one is yours. Put all your masterpieces in there Lou."

Lou? Since when did Harry start calling him Lou. Harry smiled a dimpled smile before getting a text from someone Louis didn't know. His smile immediately faded into a deep familiar frown, the one that Louis had seen everyday at school. "Let's go." He said and started putting everything in the bag.

"Are you ok?" Louis started picking up everything nervously. Not taking a moment to notice a piece of the stick cutting into his finger. When he noticed, it wasn't bleeding, thank god because Harry would've been angry with him.

Harry grunted like he had said something funny, "I'm fine." Short, two word answers. Suddenly they were back to square one, but had they ever even left?

It felt like Harry was running to the car and Louis couldn't keep up unless he sprinted. On one hand he was worried about Harry and on the other he was pissed about how he was being treated. When they eventually got in the car Louis asked, "Are you sure that you're alright?"

"I'm fine Louis. Just be quiet for a moment. I need to think." Harry started driving right after that, pretending like every speed limit sign didn't exist.

When Louis got home he couldn't sleep. He just laid next to Niall thinking about everything that had gone on just a few hours ago. Harry's kindness, the way he seemed to like him, then it all came crashing down after one message. Louis just wanted to know if he could help him.

It was a text from Harry's mom telling him to get home as soon as possible. And, that he was going to be grounded for sneaking out. He frowned even deeper when he realized the other reason she probably found out was because she was going to give him the "talk" about all of the discussions and talks.

When he got home, Harry's parents didn't make him talk about anything. They just told him to go to sleep and that there was something important to discuss in the morning. They didn't even make him give back his phone even though they threated too. Which made him even more suspicious about everything.

Tonight was a mess.

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I planned out a whole other book for after this one ends. I am so excited to release it.

But I have to have patience. And self control.

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