Louis & Harry ( a Romeo & Juliet story)

The Escape

The rain falls heavily that evening, Louis can hear it splattering against the cobblestone outside. The house is quiet, he admits it was suspicious when he turned down the boy's most gracious invitation to grab a pint at the local pub, but he played it off by pretending he was sick with a stomach bug. His mother had long been asleep, her sleeping pill being washed down with a fresh glass of cabernet. So there he remained, a quiet house, his coat zipped high and hood over his head and half his face, his back satchel filled with essentials, his gun, and his whole life savings. He took a deep breath before looking back once more and walking out the door into the brisk and rainy outside. He walked with integrity, each wet shoe in front of the other as if when he stopped he would be able to go no further, so he couldn't. Eventually the streetlamps blur as he passes them, and within what feels like five minutes, he's arriving at the Styles mansion, dark but still aglow with elegance and wealth. 

Harry's light is dim, but Louis can't seem to find the silhouette of curls bouncing around in the light like he had the night before. He takes a foot to the siding of the mansion and begins climbing once again, hoping he's not making too much noise. When he comes to the balcony he graciously climbs over the railing and pokes his head around the slk curtains in front of the glass french doors. He sees him. He's lying on his white bed, bare chest, full lips, unkempt hair, twirling his ring clad fingers around the stem of an almost empty wine glass. The dim light is glowing on his skin, making him look golden, angelic. Louis gently taps on the glass, causing Harry to startle but soon leap in happiness when he sees Louis's face behind the glass. He gallops over to open it, leaping into Louis's arms the second the air ppasses through the door.

"I've missed you my love" Harry mumbles, his lips already finding their way to Louis's. They kiss, deeply, wantingly, desperate for each other's taste and touch and smell and feel.

"My sweet boy, I've missed you too" Louis deepens the kiss, sliding his hands erratically but gently over the smooth skin of Harry's back. "We have to go my dear..." Harry pauses and pulls back to look at Louis, trying to register the words that have justen fallen from his lips.

"Go?" Harry whispers, "Where are we to go Louis?"

"Away from here Harry, so we can be together properly." Louis leans in to kiss him again and Harry graciously accepts him back in, wrapping his arms around his head, his hand tangled in his chestnut hair.

"We're going to leave?" Harry's face is unreadable, he pulls his arms back down to his side and walks to grab his wine glass, swirling the remainder before typing it back into his mouth and swallowing it down. Louis watches his throat, his lips, everything.

"It's not safe here for us angel, we'll come back, when things are better, we,ll write letters and give them to our parents, we'l-"

"Let's go." Harry whispers, Louis doesn't know how Harry got so close to him but here he was, only inches away, his eyes dewy and wide, his lips blushed from wine and his hands trembling slightly.  "Take me away from here, I want to be with you Louis." He kisses him again, this time light, his thumb coming up to rub at Louis's bottom lip.

"We must go tonight, I've arranged for us to pick up a car, untraceable, we'll be out of Verona by dawn my love." Louis leans in to kiss the boy's cheek but he quickly turns, connecting their lips once again. Harry's hands reach down to his and pull them up to his face slowly. Everything seems to be in slow motion, the way Harry grabs his hand and rubs his thumb in between, the soft breaths coming out of Harry's mouth, wrapping around the shell of Louis's ear and sending shivers down his spine. The way Harry then takes his hand and licks up one of Louis's fingers, closing his eyes as he sucks it into his mouth, sucking it down and up, rubbing the wet from his mouth down his chest. Louis can hardly breathe, he can hardly think, or talk or be.