Putting on a Show (L.S)

Epilogue, Part 2

I figured since people are still reading this.. I could add one more chapter.

Enjoy ;)
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[About 2 Weeks after Epilogue, Part 1]
[Louis' POV]

"Harry, luv, have you seen my purple jumper anywhere?" I call out, looking under the bed.

It's silent for a moment, before I hear his quick footsteps towards our bedroom. "No, I haven't. Did you leave it in the car maybe?"

I sigh, "I don't think so, but thanks- maybe it got put back in the closet?"

He shrugs, and I notice a streak of blue paint on his face, smeared a bit.

"Back on painting again?"

His cheeks turn this rosy shade, and he smiles. "Maybe."

I roll my eyes playfully, as he's been painting quite a lot lately- as a way to share everything about himself that he can't share in words, and I love every piece he's done so far. I even made him empty an old master bedroom to turn into his art gallery, but now I've made sure his paintings are in every room of the house.

He took up a bit of photography as well, but those photos stay hung up here, in our bedroom.

Harry leaves, but not before walking over to kiss me- as he does nearly every time he sees me. "Hope you find the jumper. I can check the laundry hamper too for you," he says, walking back out of the room.

I nod, heading over to the closet, rummaging through all the clothes hung up. It's a lot, to say the least. Majority of the clothes in this mansion of a closet are Harry's, but I don't mind because I often wear most of it anyways- aside the suits, dresses, and "exotic" outfits.

As I continue on, I notice a bag just sitting, hid away by all of our shoes. How either of us have noticed it before- I'm not sure.

I lean down, smiling widely as I see what's inside. I grab the bag, leaving the closet, as well as the bedroom.

I walk to the railing of the second flooring, over-looking the main area of the house, hoping to maybe see where Harry's ran off to.

It doesn't take long for me to find him though, as I hear him singing "Sweet Creature", which echoes through the home.

I run down the hallway and make it down the stairs quickly, finding Harry dancing with a cup in his hand, likely of tea.

"Oh, hi darling," he smiles, looking at me softly before turning his attention to the bag in my hand.

"What's that?" He asks, taking a sip of his drink.

"Uhm, something Gucci," I shrug, and his face immediately lights up.

"Is it for me?"

"No, it's for Niall, yes! It's for you."

He rolls his eyes, and I hand him the bag.

He pulls out a green jacket, one of a color close to the leaves on a tree in the summertime- one that I'm not entirely sure I like.

His lips part, his eyes widening as he looks at me. "Is this the-?"

I nod, "It's the jacket you wanted, I'm not sure if you'd want it now considering it's been lying around for five years, but-"

"You remembered that I liked it?" He questions, and I shake my head.

"Well, kind of, but, no. I bought that a long time ago, the day you picked it up when you dragged me along with you for shopping."

"I knew you loved me then," he laughs, and I only shrug, watching as he puts the jacket on. It fits, perfectly, and it matches nicely with his eyes.

"Perfect as always," I mutter, and I hear him whisper a thank you as he hugs me, then leaving to happily walk up the stairs.

I go to head into the gaming room, wondering if I left my jumper in there, but I hear Harry's footsteps suddenly stop. "Hey, Louis?"

I turn my head to look at him, "Yeah, luv?"

He smirks for a second, studying me almost. "You know that, uhm, well since we've brought up things from five years ago- Do you remember when we talked about you possibly destroying a room before we played that game of pool?"

My eyebrows knit in confusion for a moment, and I stare at the floor, trying to think back to it. It's takes a minute, but then I remember the day clearly. "Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, how about you take up that offer and meet me upstairs in our bedroom in about five minutes?" He smirks, even winking at me.

My eyebrows raise in surprise, and I can't help the grin that forms on my lips. "I don't think I can wait five minutes."

"Then make it ten!" He laughs, and so I begin running up the stairs, causing him to squeal, laughing even louder as he runs as well, through the hallways.

It doesn't take me long to catch up to him, tackling him in a hug and peppering his face with kisses.

"You're insane," he whispers, and I only smile.

"Insane about you, yes."

I watch as he rolls his eyes, smiling as well.

I don't even know how I hated this man in the first place. He's like my other half, the missing piece- my soulmate, if you will.

He's home, and I don't want to leave.