Lost Soul

Baby, you make me crazy

Harry opened his eyes as fingers caressed his cheek. He looked into Louis' eyes, which were beautiful from the oceans and the sky. These eyes affected him so much that he felt isolated from the whole world while looking into them.

"Good morning, angel." Louis said, stroking Harry's hair. "Happy birthday."

For a moment Harry thought he completely lost all sense of time. His birthday was in February, but now it's October, or wasn't it? As he stared at Louis in confusion, the truth revealed itself. No, they were not in February. Today wasn't Harry's birthday. Today was Dorian's birthday. Years ago today, Louis created Dorian. Years ago, a lonely boy who realized that there was no one worthy of him in this life had created the love of his life. Years ago, Louis had looked in a mirror and made his best work.

"Thank you," said Harry. Thank you for making me me. Thank you for loving me...

"Today is your day. Let's do whatever we want, whatever you want."

Harry smiled happily. Just him and Louis. A day that belongs entirely to the two of them.

"There's a very nice restaurant near here. It's in the woods, it's a very friendly and quiet place. Shall we have our breakfast there, baby?"

Instead of answering, Harry kissed the fingers stroking his cheek. A day alone with his creator... What more could he ask for?

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It was really nice where they came. The scenery was enchanting. It was obvious that every season would add beauty to the beauty of this place. When Harry and Louis entered the small wooden restaurant, they were greeted by a smiling woman. It was clear from her gaze that she was a big fan of Louis.

Louis told the woman what they wanted before settling down on the table. So the woman disappeared, and they were alone again.

"I booked a hotel for the evening."

"I thought we'd be home tonight." muttered Harry.

"We're home every night anyway, Dorian." ' said Louis, as the woman placed the plates on the table. Hearing the name "Dorian", she gave Harry a questioning look.

"We're there every night because it's our home."

"I don't understand why you're being argumentative."

"Isn't it my birthday today? I want to be at my house with you. Why are you acting like I'm asking something big from you?"

"You're looking for reasons to start a fight." said Louis, standing up.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked with a confused expression. What did he say?

"I'll smoke before breakfast, you start your meal."

As Harry nervously watched Louis walk away, he noticed someone sitting in the chair opposite him. The waitress. What was she doing?

"Why does he call you Dorian?"

"Sorry?"

"Your name Harry. Why does he call you Dorian?"

Harry shivered when he heard his own name. His name left in his past... The name he forgot long ago. He felt like he is about to crying. He longed for his old self. For a moment he felt his heart ache.

But when he thought of Louis outside smoking a cigarette, the bitter truth hit his heart. He couldn't do that. He couldn't remember Harry. Harry was dead. Harry was now living inside a mirror.

"My name is Dorian."

"Your eyes don't say that though."

"What are my eyes saying?"

"Save me." said the woman simply.

"Nonsense."

"Why do you let him treat you like that?"

"Why don't you mind your own business?"

"Because there's someone in my restaurant who look like they lost their soul."

Harry gulped. Was it that obvious?

"Can you please leave me alone?"

"Know your worth, don't let him hurt you," said the woman, standing up.

"Thanks for the recommendations."

Minutes after the weird conversation with waitress, Louis re-entered with a sweet smile on his face.

"I'm sorry baby." Louis said hugging Harry. Harry could already feel how precious he was when he was in these arms. "Let's do whatever you want. Let's go home and be together. Let's be at home, not in a foreign place."

"I love you, Louis." Harry whispered in the ear of the man he loved. "You are my home. You are my shelter. I love you.,"

"I love you too my love."