The Depth of Your Love
I believe in you
You know the door to my very soul
You're the light in my deepest darkest hour
You're my savior when I fall
The jet got clearance from the control tower and was ready for take off. Harry sat with Louis at the back of the plane wanting some privacy for Louis. He had asked the crew for blankets which placed down on the seat before setting Louis down comfortably and fastening his seat belt. Then he draped another blanket over him, hoping it would cease some of Louis' shivering but Harry knew that Louis' shivering had nothing to do with the air conditioning on the plane. It was a shivering that started deep in Louis' soul, seeped into his bones,into his muscles, into his skin until it made his tremble on his outside.
Louis rested his head back against the seat and looked out of the window as the jet raced down the runway, picking up speed. He felt the plane take off, its wheels lifting off the ground and gaining altitude.Louis watched Manchester fall away from him. He was on the way home. He was safe. He closed his eyes and tried not to hear his father'slaughter or hear his threats or feel the touch of his clammy fingers around his wrist as he held him down. His father's cold eyes were imprinted on the back of his eyelids so when he closed his eyes he saw them, empty and dark boring into his soul, reaching deep inside of him. He quickly opened his eyes, wide and searching, his breathing a little erratic and stared out at the clouds and the grey afternoon sky promising more rain. He couldn't close his eyes! If he did, he would see him smiling and laughing and smirking and saying awful disgusting things.
Louis shuddered violently and Harry was quick to place another blanket over him, tucking it up under his chin, trying to make him feel warm and secure as much as he possibly could. Harry! Louis' heart ached in his chest and thudded dully against his ribs because he had put Harry through so much yet Harry stayed with him through it all. He felt Harry's lips brush against his forehead, so warm and soft.
'We'll be home soon love,' Harry whispered to him and placed another kiss on his temple.
Louis sighed inwardly. Yes, he wanted to be home, away from the eyes of the world. He wanted to get out of his clothes, his pants drenched in his own piss that were now drying against his skin and his soggy shoes which were also full of his piss and squished every time he walked. He felt weak and disgusted and he wanted to tell Harry that his wrist ached so much but he just couldn't bring himself to leave his mind yet. In here he could hide and be in silence. In here he was safe.
He felt the jet bump as it touched down in Heathrow. Nearly home! The thought filled him with peace and comfort.
Once the jet door was open, Harry helped Louis up from his seat and Louis complied, just letting Harry lead him and move him as he saw fit. He had no notion of what was going on around him or who was around him besides Harry. All that he felt was Harry. Harry's hands ever so gentle and careful on him. Harry's words whispered softly for his ears only to hear. Harry's familiar scent that filled him with reassurance and reminded him of home. Harry's warm presence at his side, a solid being that Louis knew he could trust explicitly with his life, this being that promised to love him and he did, this being that promised him over and over again that he would never leave him and he didn't. Yes, Louis found comfort in Harry more than Harry himself knew.
