"You know, I don't enjoy watching movies directed by anyone other than you." said Harry. In fact, right now he was lying with Louis, watching a movie, full of peace. But he was so used to things created by Louis. While watching movies, reading books, walking around, encountering things that contain pieces of Louis gave him peace.
He was proud of himself when people called him Tomlinson. He was the man Louis William Tomlinson loved, how could he not be proud of himself.
"I know my love, but how many times are we going to watch the same movies?"
"Until you direct a new movie."
"As you wish, baby." said Louis, starting the movie. "But I have one condition. If you start crying while watching, I'll turn off the television."
"What can I do, Louis? All of your movies make me cry." muttered Harry.
"Just a movie." replied Louis. "Not real."
"It's hard to distinguish between reality and fantasy when it comes to you."
"Wouldn't it be fun if everything was just a dream?"
"No, it would be awful." said Harry.
"I think it would be dramatic."
"If this is a dream we're living, then I hope I never wake up."
"I wish it was different." whispered Louis. He wasn't looking at Harry as he spoke, but Harry knew he was talking to himself.
"What would you like to be different?"
"So many things... I wish so many things were different."
So do I, Harry thought.
"But it's not a dream, Lou. Our wishes can't change everything."
"What if it's all just a dream? What if I'm out of my mind? What if it's all in my head?"
"Even so, just let it be. I'm happy living inside your head. Louis," instead of answering, simply kissed his boyfriend's palm. If it was a dream, waking up would be a big mistake.
"I never believed I could feel this way." admitted Harry.
"How are you feeling, my love?"
"At home. I feel safe, Louis. My love for you grows with every beat of my heart. I feel so different around you. As if I should just be in your arms. I don't want to leave your side for a moment."
"Don't leave my side even for a second."
"I'm not a writer like you, Louis. I can't make cool sentences and use words at my command. But I've been trying to find the words to express my feelings for you for a long time. It wouldn't be fair to say I'm in love with you. Ours is not love..."
"Definitely our relationship is much more sacred than love." Louis agreed.
"All I used to want was a man who loved me. And um... I also wanted to be rich." he said, blushing.
"Looks like you got both." said Louis, smiling.
"No, I don't. Yes, I'm rich, but I couldn't find the man who loves me." Anget in Louis' eyes get more visible as Harry spoke. "As I searched for the man who loved me, I found my god. I found the man I adored, Louis. This is my paradise."
"You have no idea what you're doing to me by talking like that. Because of you... Because of your eyes... All my walls are slowly falling apart. I can't see the line between right and wrong. You make me do things I would never do."
"Selling my soul to the devil was the best decision I've ever made."
"Tragicomic."
"It is," admitted Harry. "But I didn't sell my soul to the devil, Lou. I got my god. I'm back where I belong. I've found my way home."
"I love you." said Louis, just before he grabbed Harry's face and kiss him.
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Lost Soul
Fanfiction"The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one's heart, hearts are made to be broken but that it turns one's heart to stone."
