Boundless •L.S•

White tulips|13

Louis has never been one to regret many things in his life, he has learned to take responsibility. It is safe to say that he has matured a little bit earlier in his life despite many people not being able to see such a thing but to Louis that doesn't matter much.

Thing is, that by him being aware about many of his decision, good or bad, he knows not to make any promises that he can't keep, if he does make a promise it's sure that he will keep it.

That brings us to his current situation, in a field so bright from the grass and the trees decorating it and yet to anyone, no matter anything it still feels like such a dark place, so cold no matter the sun shining above Louis.

Tombstones have filled this place, where so many beings are resting in a deep slumber- one they will never have to wake up from.

Louis has his eyes fixated on the ground, walking up in a small path, one of his hands stuffed in his pocket and the other one clutching a bouquet of white tulips- his mother's favorite flowers.

Louis still remembers a vase full of these exact flowers decorating the table in his mothers house, she would never grow any flowers, claiming that she had no time for that- Louis of course knows that she was just lazy to take care of them, so she would just buy her white tulips.

He smiles at the memories and stops looking up at the bright blue sky, trying to stop the tears that are threatening to fall.

Louis blinks his tears away and keeps on walking towrads his moms grave, not long after he is standing right there- in the same place he would have refused to leave, crying his eyes out as he would just wish that everything was just a very bad dream that he would soon wake up from.

But of course it wasn't a dream, everything was more than real- his mom is not here anymore...

"Hey mom..." he mumbles as he fixes her flowers on top of her grave, in a small vase that another bouquet had been presumably resting.

"Got you some flowers..." he says as he sits down, as if she was next to him- a soft smile would be playing on her lips at her oldest son. "Your favorites, of course."

He stays silent for a moment as he looks down staring at the ground before looking up and taking in a deep breath "You know mom, I haven't been keeping the promise I made you." He admits.

"I don't really think that I can keep it either and it's eating me alive that I can't, I don't know what to do, I feel lost, I-" he gulps, "I don't believe in myself anymore and I don't know how you believed in me so much but I don't."

Louis closes his eyes a sigh escaping his lips, "I need you and I miss you, 'wish you were here." As Louis says that he can feel a soft breeze hit him which just makes his smile gently, his chest warming a little bit as he he just realized something.

"You know mom, I am not giving up, I'm gonna keep that promise," Louis touches her grave softly, "I'm gonna make you proud."

And Louis has no idea how long he stays there just like that but just a while later he can hear somebodies steps coming up, so Louis looks at the person.

"You." Louis frown as he sees the curly haired one once more.

"Why hello, pleasure seeing you once again, Louis Tomlinson."

"What are you doing here?" The moment that Louis asks he regrets it, stupid question.

"Taking a walk, nice weather, you know." Harry replies sarcastically.

"Funny." He rolls his eyes at the lads sarcasm.

"Why are you sitting on the ground...?" Harry asks as he looks at Louis.

The blue eyed lad rolls his eyes again as he gets up, "Shut up, will you?"

As Louis is about to get up he sees Harry stretch his hand towards Louis, which makes Louis look at it for a moment.

"Need more time to think about it?" Harry snaps.

"If you don't mind waiting." Louis bites back as he takes Harry's hand the latter helps the blue eyed lad up making his body hit Harry's.

Louis blushes as he looks up at Harry, blue eyes one more time meeting those familiar blue ones.

Louis feels his breath hitch as he looks at Harry's beutiful eyes- the same green eyes that he has been trying to avoid and want to get lost in at the same time for the past few weeks.

He can see something flash in Harry's eyes, breafly but Louis knows that it was there.

As if the curly haired one snapped out of whatever that he must have been thinking about, he gently pushes Louis away.

They are quiet for a moment- none of them daring to say anything, it doesn't even feel like anything has to be said right now but Louis doesn't like the way that his heart starts thumping in his chest as he glances at the mans beutiful features in front of him.

"We-" Louis coughs, his voice seemjng a little hoarse, "We should get going."

Harry just nods looking away, his cheeks turning rosy.

They both walk next tp each other- Louis knowing that Harry is coming with him since today is 'hanging out day'.

Both men are quiet for a while only the hustle of the city being heard.

"I-" Harry starts before pausing for a moment, "I'm sorry for the other night." He says quickly making Louis glance at him as he shoves his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Which night?"

"When I practiclly called you a man-whore... I shouldn't have and I apolagize."

Louis chuckles, "Calm down curly, I don't mind, you are not the first to point it out." Louis says as if it's no big deal. "I'm sure I have been called way worse and I kind of am what some people tend to call me."

"Louis-"

"I am an addict, a litral trainwreck, nothing new, Harold."

And as Louis says all that Harry frowns.

Is Louis actually way more broken than he may look? Harry wonders as he looks at the blue eyed lad.