Lost Soul

I lost myself in loving you

"Did you miss me darling?"

Harry heard the voice he missed so much from across the room. Her voice that scared him so much.

"Louis!" He got up from the ground and ran to the man he loved. "Am I dreaming?"

"No, my love. I'm really here."

Harry looked at Louis as if to make sure. Then he touched him lightly, fearing that his lover would vanish all of a sudden.

"I'm here, my love."

Harry hugged him as tight as he could with tears of joy.

"I knew I'd find you here." whispered Louis.

"How did you get better so suddenly, Louis?"

"I've never committed suicide baby. It was all a play. It wasn't real. It was just like a movie. Just like a book. Something I made up."

"W-what?" stammered Harry. Louis chuckled.

"Oh baby you should have seen your face.  I'll never forget your expression. It was so melancholic, so dramatic. It was amazing."

Harry couldn't think of anything to say. He couldn't figure out anything he was going through. He couldn't understand Louis.

"Why did you do that?"

"To prove to both of us how devoted you are to me, how much you love me."

"Did you lose your mind, Louis? I already told you that I love you. Are my feelings your toy? My feelings don't matter to you at all?"

Harry didn't want to believe what he heard and saw. It was all lies. It's all a nightmare. It would pass when he woke up. He wished it was a nightmare.

Smiling at Harry, Louis picked up one of the statues in the room. He ran his fingers lightly over the statue.

"For a long time I've been waiting for this moment."

"What were you waiting for? For me to think that you're dead, that all my joy in life has left me with you? Or are we talking about stroking the statue? I wouldn't be surprised if you have a relationship with the statue in your hand," said Harry angrily. He felt like he was about to go crazy.

Louis just chuckled. Then, winking at Harry, he lifted the statue and threw it into the mirror. Harry tried to understand what had happened as shards of glass smashed onto the floor with sight. Why did he break the mirror?

"Now it's just you and me."

"You and me," Harry muttered. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Yes, dear. You and me. Now tell me your name." His voice was very calm.

"Harry," he whispered, trembling.

"No, no. I want you to tell me your name."

"My name is Harry. Harry Styles." He wanted to prove it. Both to Louis and to himself.

"Wrong answer. Tell me who you are." He still looked calm, but there was a tone in his voice that scared Harry terribly.

Harry took a few steps away from Louis. He took deep breaths, trying to suppress his trembling. His mind was telling him to give up. Easily. Without any more pain. He no longer had the strength to oppose Louis. He couldn't stand it. He was very tired. He had run out of power. He knew very well what Louis wanted from him... Maybe he should have given him what he wanted... What did he have to lose? Just a soul... Now it all belongs to Louis. A sould that belongs to Louis.

All he saw was Louis. It was all he wanted. He didn't care if he was Harry or not. All he wanted was to be with Louis.

He just had to surrender. Everything would be so easy. He would put himself completely in Louis capable hands. It would be completely Louis's.

He wanted to be Louis's, to surrender himself to Louis. Could he trust Louis? No way. Louis wasn't the man he thought he was in love with.vThe man looking into his eyes right now did not want Harry's happiness. He wanted to see Harry fall. For him, Harry's downfall was Dorian's rise.

"Dorian." that word... Ah, what a cursed name. The name that stole Harry's soul.

"I couldn't hear, baby," said Louis. There was that mocking smile on his face again.

"My name is Dorian." The tears that fell as Harry said that word made Louis smile even bigger.

"I love you so much." said Louis as he wiped his tears. "You love me too."

I'm so sorry, fuck. My deepest apologies to Louis and Harry. I won't make them sad after a chapter or two, I promise...