Polaris || l.s.

chapter 18: faux

^ tis are the types of dresses harry wears.

although, you can imagine it any way you want, but like 1800s fashion was so hideous and this was something that I thought would era-appropriate? Though it is not ik, but yknow it isn't anything modern and now you just have to deal with it cuz I've been imagining tis shit for too long and imagining harry in them just makes me see them stars.

I also wrote this chapter while I was sick, so be prepared for a few errors. Nothing too much, but I'll fix em all later.

anyways, happy reading!

ps- I'm a bit apprehensive about this chapter and it's very shorter than my usual ones, but y'all gotta deal with it. The chapter is also the continuation of the previous one.

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"Or I could just carry you, instead?" Louis suggested. Even from this vantage, Louis looked absolutely breathtaking. Like a bright star in the night sky he would admire with all that he had whilst lying down on a pile of soft Egyptian sheets. Harry was sure that if the roles were reversed due to some odd reason, he would have looked like a whale from below with considerably hideous eye bags with an accentuated, phallus-shaped nose to complete the whole 'ethereal' look.

"You think way too much for my liking." Louis huffed out and before he could even retaliate, he was being lifted. He shrieked in partial shock and partial fear, wreathing his arms around Louis' neck to offer himself some leverage lest he fell and broke his neck. Because how embarrassing would that be? Louis had one of his arms beneath his kneecaps and the other supporting his back. Harry wished he had fallen somewhere far away from the house. He could easily get used to the safety and warmth that Louis' arms provided.

When they entered the house, Louis placed him on the mattress with the utmost care, pushing a lone strand of hair out of his face again. Louis stood up then, hovering above him with squinted eyes, "is the pain unbearable?"

"No — uh, yes?"

Louis' eyebrows pinched together in bemusement, just like he had expected. "Did you hit your head, darling?" Louis frowned then, crouching down to assess him properly. "No?" He answered, albeit unsure, it placated Louis somehow. "Alright, rest for a bit. I'll be right back." It didn't sit right with him, and apparently now that he had taken quite a tumble, his body had taken on to react quicker than what his brain could comprehend. Consequently, his hand shot up to clutch Louis' wrist before the alpha could make his escape.

Louis turned around to merely regard him with a questioning gaze. There was something wrong with him, he knew there was, otherwise, why would any sane person find such a look thrown at them absolutely toe-curling? Louis could ask him for his life with this look and Harry would agree willingly. It wasn't just the look, he told himself in a futile attempt at defending his very mortifying thoughts. It was also the angle Louis' head was titled in, giving him a flawless view of the alpha's sharp jaw and his delicious cheekbones.

Harry could easily spend an eternity just admiring Louis' cheekbones. Sometimes, he also had the stupid urge to bite the alpha's cheeks or leave little kisses along his jaw or just press a chaste peck on the peak of his cheeks every day before Louis went for work. It would all be very domestic. And just the picture-perfect scene of every household in the kingdom except that Louis would have to come home to cook for them and Harry would just spend his whole day getting up to stupid, meaningless things.

"Hm?" How could someone look so beautiful whilst looking impatient, Harry mused, staring up at Louis who only quirked an eyebrow in response. Louis was prompting him to speak, he belatedly realized. Well, now what? He couldn't just say something stupid and utterly mawkish like 'please, stay. I need you'.