How Love Makes The Strong Weak And The Weak Strong.
In Harry's opinion, their week at Richmond passed in the blink of an eye and he was really sad to be leaving the peace of the beautiful estate and the warm presence of Louis' mum. He had grown very attached to the woman and she to him and Harry had found himself on various occasions very tempted to ask Louis if they could move here for good but he knew only to well that Louis' work required him to be in London, as did his studies, which reminded him that he currently had no university to go back to. The house in Richmond was a haven of peace and serenity and Harry could understand why Louis had chosen this location for his mother to reside at. Here, time seemed to standstill and move differently away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Here, worries and problems where hard to touch you. The next day after they had arrived, Louis had pried him away from his mother and had taken him on a tour of the whole estate.
If Harry had thought that Louis' house in London had been grand, it was nothing compared to the Richmond Estate. The house was a little bit smaller than the one in London had been but the grounds it was on, were immense. Louis took him through the gardens that were now devoid of flowers but Harry imagined that in the summer they would be full of colored flowers of all kinds.The trees were bare too but the sight was a beautiful one. Then Louis had taken him to the stables and Harry had gasped when he had seen the horses because damn Louis had a stable and he had horses! And Harry had fussed over the four beautiful creatures : a silver grey male Throughbred called Spirit, a black Freisian male called Noir which Louis explained was his "baby" even though the horse intimidated Harry because he was big and snorted a lot and he secretly wondered how Louis even got up on it because it was high, there was a white female Lippizan called Mystique who Harry found adorably sweet and Louis could tell that Mystique found him adorably sweet too because she kept nuzzling into Harry's chest and finally a male brown Mustang called Bullet because Louis told him that Bullet was fast and feisty. Harry couldn't keep the smile off his face as he petted the animals only to have Bullet snort and neigh loudly at him, making Harry step away. Louis had laughed and told him that Bullet was hard to befriend and that the secret to buying his friendship was to bring him apples. Harry made a mental note to bring Bullet some apples. Then Louis had wrapped his arm around his waist, kissed him behind the ear and told him to choose a horse for himself and Harry had gasped loudly, protesting furiously but Louis had only smiled and let him have his hissy fit. In the end, Louis had gotten his way and Harry had chosen Mystique which Louis hadn't been surprised about. The mare and Harry had taken to each other at first glance. Louis had gotten the stable lads to saddle their horses and he had taken Harry horse riding around his estate even though Harry had never ridden a horse before but he was thankful that Mystique was a kind, tame horse and had been very patient with him. Louis had told him that if it had been Bullet he would've have thrown him off. When they got back and dismounted their horses, Harry complained that between his legs hurt and Louis had taken him into an empty stable, laid him down on the straw and had made it all better for him.
The week had been relaxing and very family oriented. Harry had gotten to see a very different version of Louis. Louis the son was very affectionate and soft and devoting and Harry couldn't get enough of him or believe that he was the same Louis of before. That Louis was gone and here was a Louis who doted on his mother and Harry almost expected him to fall to his knees and worship her. Harry couldn't love him more. This new version of Louis rubbed off on Harry too because Louis had been extra soft and affectionate with him too. Harry loved that Louis always held him even while people were around. He was always touching him in someway, his hand, his waist, his shoulder, anywhere that he could reach. Louis just had to have his hands on him as if he was afraid that Harry would disappear. Harry loved that each evening that they had spent with his mother in the lounge, in front of the fireplace, chatting or watching the telly, Louis cuddled him, not ashamed that his mother was in the room. Here, Louis had no reserves and totally put his guard down and Harry loved this Louis even more than he thought was possible.
