Help me. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 1]

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Harry followed Louis up the stairs nervously. He had no idea what to expect from the upcoming conversation, but he was already a nervous wreck. It was a good sign that they kissed and held hands, but as Harry knew Louis it could mean everything or nothing. Louis was unpredictable so he just had to wait and see.

Louis stopped in front of the library and opened the door stepping aside for Harry to get in first who entered the room and as usual he was stunned by its beauty. It was by far the most beautiful room in the house.

The walls were covered with dark structured wooden panels and the single window opposite of the door was almost completely hidden behind dark red heavy curtains which was framed by a niche with a pillow covered bench. Harry had moved them aside once, from there he had a perfect view over the huge backyard with the brick walls and ivy, the pavillon with the lounge area and the huge glass table with comfortable seats next to the grill. He could even see the roses and lavendar bushes from there which were drawn all over the back of the garden accurately trimmed. He had always loved sitting on the bench reading a book and looking out of the window from time to time to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. The book shelfs on either side of the window were reaching up to the ceiling, on either side was a movable ladder fastened to the shelf. At the wall on the right side of the door was a two meter wide fireplace which was framed by dark red bricks that went up to the ceiling. Next to the fireplace stood a bucket with fresh wood to refill for when the fire went out. A huge dark red fluffy oval carpet was laying in front of the fireplace where a two seater couch and two huge armchairs were positioned around. A massive chandelier was dangling from the ceiling which dived the room in a warm yellow light.

The room was so different from the rest of the house, it was cozy and inviting. The simple, but antique decor had something calming and was the complete opposite of the high tech, modern designed house with the marble counters and glass fronts, the perfectly coordinated choice of colours and matching furniture. The library looked slightly messy, but that was the charm of it.

Harry thought back to the many rainy days where he had been spending his time in this very room while Louis was working until late. He was sitting either on the couch in front of the fire, or on the bench at the window for hours reading so many different books until Louis came inside of the room past midnight and literally had to drag him out because Harry couldn't tear himself away from the wonderful atmosphere.

"You always loved being in this room." Louis spoke up quietly and Harry jumped at the sudden noise being sunken in memories.

"Yeah. When I came here it had always been like I could escape reality for a while because it's so different from the rest." Harry said softly wandering through the room and taking everything in. His eyes welled up at the thought of maybe never being able to read a book in here again and only now did he notice how much he actually missed that. He missed everything in this house if he was quite honest to himself, especially the owner of it.

"Hey." Louis said softly lifting his head with his index finger standing in front of him now. "Why are you sad?" He asked so quietly that Harry could barely understand it.

"I'm not." Harry forced out a smile. Louis frowned, he knew that Harry was lying, but he was in no position to scold him because of it so he had to accept it.

"Okay." Louis returned the smile and stepped back. He walked over to the couch and lowered himself on the soft cushion. Harry followed shortly sitting down on the edge rather tensely.

Louis thought back to the first time Harry had been over where he had asked him what he wanted from him and how nervous Harry had been. He was sitting exactly the same and Louis had to suppress a fond chuckle. Instead he cleared his throat and looked him in the eyes.