Forever the one (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic) L.S PART 1

Chapter 11 Harry

With a bottle of white, my guitar and journal I make my way to our spot.  Luckily, it's been a quiet walk and I had not come across any fans. I just hope i can say the same when I reach my destination. I hope no one is there, I just want to be able to have a few hours to drink my sorrows away and pay tribute to my friend.

I walk across the grass towards the seating area and sit down. It's so quiet, the river still, the moon reflecting off its surface. I open the bottle; it feels strange being here alone. Apart from when I met louis here the other day, the last time I was here we were all together. I lift the wine to my lips and take a long gulp. It burns going down, it's not great but the choice at the small corner shop in the village was not the best but it will do its job.  I look over the water. It's such a beautiful View. Me and louis often came here. It was a tradition after every football game we had. I used to always get changed but Louis would always keep his kit on. He knew how much it affected me seeing them tight shorts and his fantastic thighs. It's probably true to say that 9 times out of 10 if he was wearing them shorts I was not concentrating on the view, well not the scenic view anyway.

I was feeling ecstatic, we had just won another game and was high on life. Everything was going great in sixth form, and it looked like I was well on my way to becoming a professional footballer after being scouted by Manchester Acadamy and all at the age of 17, and on top of that I had the most amazing boyfriend.

We spent most of our days together, couldn't bare being apart. He consumed my every thought, and I was head over heels in love with him, although we had yet to say the words. Louis was amazing so kind and gentle and he just got me. Whenever he looked at me, I just felt such an overwhelming amount of feelings bubbling inside that sometimes I felt like I could burst.  He always knew what to do and to say when things were tough especially the shit with my parents but never once did he judge me. He was so supportive.

He was the sun to my moon, the Ying to my yang and all that crap. Not only was he beautiful inside he was perfect outside. I still got butterflies just looking at him. As he got older his face had matured and his cheekbones could cut glass. His eyes were the brightest of blue surrounded by delicate feathery eye lashes. I could admire him all day. He really was a vision and what made him so much more attractive is that he didn't even know it. I was used to him telling me how lucky he felt that I had chosen him but that was so untrue I was the only lucky one here. He was still smaller than me, but it meant I got to cherish him, cuddle him close always fitting perfectly under my arm. He made me so happy and tonight I want to tell him so. I want forever with him I see my future; I see him.

We exit the car grabbing my rucksack, as we walk hand in hand along the familiar trail leading to our favourite place. Louis is chattering away about the game, he always gets so enthusiastic and hyper after a match, its endearing hearing him talk so passionately. I just nod to him here and there, but I'm distracted, I just want this to be perfect. I need to tell him; it's been too long and he deserves more than ever to hear those three words and if I'm lucky maybe he will feel the same about me. We reach the river as louis goes to settle on the bench.

"We not sitting on the bench tonight babe look" I say as I whip out the blanket id brought ready. I lay it down and pull out of my bag some beer and some skittles to share. Louis has a thing for skittles tells me there banging he's such a nerd sometimes.

"Tada" I grin. Louis is smiling so bright as he walks over to me placing a kiss upon my lips "my hero" he grins. He's so sarcastic at times. I roll my eyes at him causing him to laugh. I pop the stuff down as I straighten the blanket and get comfy. My legs in a V so he can take his usual spot in between my legs. He leans back as I wrap my arms around him interlocking our fingers at the front as he lays his head back against my shoulder.