Lost Soul

Trapped in a lie

Dorian was an isolated man. He was not noticed by anyone, he was never loved. No matter what he did, no matter how hard he tried... He was different from the others, and that made his life even harder than it was.

There was only one person who loved him... Only one person who wanted him... But there were cliffs and dark roads between him and this person. This person was nothing more than a shadow to him. 

At least Harry was able to make these inferences about Dorian when he read the script. Harry thought the movie was going to be a romance movie, but it was a drama. It was the story of someone who could never get their love back... Just like Louis... Just like Harry... As Harry scrolled through the pages, he was encountering things he never expected. The mentioned place was almost the same as Louis' house... But there was something even stranger: Mirrors... He took the script and went up to Louis. Louis was reading a book in the room he shared with his reflection. He was completely focused on the book in his hand. He had a perfect face... His eyes glimmering on the page... His silky hair, his magnificent physique, his wit...

"Louis? I'm interrupting but..." With a sigh, Louis put the book down and stood up. He stood in front of the mirror with his back to Harry. When Harry came near Louis, Louis had pulled him in front of the mirror with soft touches.

"Who is Dorian, Louis? Louis started playing with Harry's hair.

"I can see him, I can feel him. He's right in front of me. He's looking at me, reaching for me," said Louis, placing kisses on Harry's neck.

"Who is he, Louis? Who is Dorian?

Louis calmly brought Harry closer to the mirror. Then he spoke by placing his index finger on his own reflection.

"I see him, can't you see?" Shaking with fear, Harry realized the truth. Right now, if Louis hadn't caught him, he would have fallen, he had no stamina. Louis had given a name to his own reflection. His own reflection was the person he fell in love with.

Harry understood everything. He understood why Louis had kept him with him, and it hurt. It hurt so much that he couldn't take it. He wanted to scream and cry.

"My mother was the first person to notice him after me. She lost his mind. She made my life hell. But it made Dorian even stronger. I realized that I could feel him thanks to my mother's overreactions... It hurts not being able to touch him, Harry. All I want is to hug him once. I don't know if this is love or something else. But I can't bear to have a piece of glass between me and him... I want your soul Harry. I want to love... Loving without any boundaries or restrictions.. Freely... Crazy... Passionately..."

"Louis please," said Harry, crying. He didn't want to hear, he didn't want to know.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"No... It's just your self-admiration-" Louis' laughter stopped him from finishing his sentence. Harry didn't know what to say. All he knew was that Louis needed professional help.

"The only thing people care about in this world is a pretty face and a full wallet, Harry. But I don't want to be loved for one of them. I feel so alone in this disgusting life. I'm so lonely-"

Harry interrupted his speech with a lick of his lips. He kissed him to make him feel that he isn't alone, trying to make him realize how much he loved Louis. Louis pushed Harry onto the bed as their kisses heated even more.

"It's time to create our unforgettable memories, my love."