Lost Soul

Now I'm in trouble

If you had asked Harry if he really wanted to go to Italy yesterday morning, he would have screamed yes. But everything had changed after what had happened that night… Every breath he took was hurting as he flew to Italy with Louis. He didn't know what to talk to Louis. Louis didn't even look at Harry's face. Harry was questioning his relationship with Louis? Was Louis really in love with Harry? Harry didn't know the answer to that question...

It's okay if what he witnessed last night was just a random thing... But what if Louis' heart belongs to someone else? What if his heart belongs to someone who is always with him but can never reach? What would happen then?

Thinking of Louis last night made Harry's heart ache... Crying for the love of someone as arrogant, successful, talented, intelligent as he was, who got what he wanted instantly...

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" If Louis Tomlinson, the owner of the blue eyes he is looking at right now, was it who he saw last night? Those eyes and those eyes couldn't be the same person...

"Can you stop this now?"

"What?"

"Your attitude... Your absurd silence. Forget what you saw last night. It was something you weren't supposed to look at. Now, forget what you saw. It was all a dream. It all happened in your head."

What? Was that the explanation? If it's serious... It was just scary.

"Are you trying to make me believe I'm crazy? What happened last night wasn't a dream."

"I'm not trying to make you believe you're crazy, I know you're crazy. Last night didn't really happen."

"If I'm crazy what are you?"

"Mania."

"What is that?"

"Goddess of madness according to Greek mythology." And spirits and death in Roman mythology too... But Harry didn't need to know that.

"It's good to know oneself." muttered Harry. What he saw last night was real, wasn't it? He couldn't have made it up. Or could it be?

"You don't know how to control your emotions, my love. Your emotions are controlling you."

"What do you expect me to do?" cried Harry suddenly. "Are you kidding? I'm sorry, but you fell in love with your reflection last night... In fact, I'm sure you're like that every night. You make me act like your ex, you go through something weird with your reflection, and then I'm the crazy one. What do you want from me?"

Louis lifted Harry from his seat and pulled him into his lap.

"You know what I want from you baby." he said, touching Harry's face.

"I don't know."

"I want your soul from you."

There was nothing Harry could answer or do as Louis kissed him passionately. The person who said love felt good didn't know what love meant. As Louis kissed his tongue sucking, Harry was sure that love was a slow killer. Once you fell in love, there was no turning back. It's been too late for you...

***

Venice was a very romantic city. Harry had never been to Paris before, but for him this was the city of love. Maybe it was Louis that made him feel this way. He had walked hand in hand with Louis through the charming streets of Venice. He had kissed and caressed him for minutes on a boat at sunset... And when they came to the hotel in the evening and got into the bathtub together, Harry had already forgotten the tension on the plane. Maybe Louis was right. Harry had only dreamed. Yes, lying in hot water with the man he loved, he was sure he had just dreamed. Things about Dorian had made him nervous, he had exaggerated what had happened. All that was real were the fingers on his stomach, the kisses on his neck.

"This is so stupid, isn't it, Louis?

"Yes my baby."

"Do you think I'm being too irrational?" Harry asked innocently.

"I wonder who defined man as a rational animal. That's the most useless definition ever. Man can be many things, but it's not rational, said Oscar Wilde."

"You know what, Louis? It's nice to have a writer lover."

"For quoting you?"

"No!" said Harry, chuckling. "So you become immortal. No matter how much time passes, what you feel always stays here. It is never erased. Even if people die, their love becomes immortal."

"Then I must find myself a writing lover," said Louis with a smile.

"You can't go anywhere, Mr. Tomlinson, because your heart belongs to me."

"I'm not going anywhere, Mr. Styles, because my heart belongs to you."

You're not going anywhere because your soul belongs to me.

How is the story going???

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