The Divorce

Epilogue

When Louis' divorce was finalized six months later, Louis officially moved in with Harry (not that he ever moved out.) Eleanor had moved back to her hometown. Louis had forgiven her for ending their marriage through a text but he didn't feel the need to keep her in his life. Niall told them that she had found someone new a few months later since he had a habit of stalking her Instagram.
"Good for her." Harry said.

They were in a great place emotionally. After that second date when they had to rescue Eleanor from getting date raped, they continued to date and it didn't take long before they confessed deeper feelings for each other.

Louis was the one who said I love you first. Harry didn't even see it coming. They were making dinner together, teasing and laughing as they always did. Suddenly Louis sighed.
"I fucking love you, you know that?"

Harry broke out in a happy smile.
"You do?"

"Yeah. I'm so in love with you. I had no idea love could feel like this." Louis said.

Harry threw himself in Louis' arms and hugged him tightly.
"I feel the same way. I love you, Louis."

Louis let out another sigh. Harry looked at him.
"I'm fucking relieved. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't felt the same way." Louis said.

"You know I've had feelings for you since forever. You had nothing to be nervous about." Harry smiled.

"There's a huge difference between like and love. Of course, I was nervous." Louis answered.

Harry just smiled and kissed him.

They had a rocky start and it wouldn't be smooth sailing from here on. They would have fights and problems in the future but they would always move forward together. Soon enough Harry didn't have to watch Louis get married from the sideline. He would be up there with him, declaring his love and saying yes to the man of his dreams.

He trusted Louis completely. Since that awful first date where he was left at the restaurant, Louis had proven over and over again that he could count on him. He would put his life in Louis' hands even if he hoped he'd never have to. Instead, he gave him all of his heart, his hopes, and his dreams, and he knew that Louis felt the same way.

He could see it by the way he looked at him. His gentle touches. How he always smiled when they saw each other after a work day. The way he held him at night. How he worshiped his body whenever they had sex (often). How his voice softened whenever he talked about him or to him. The list could go on forever. Harry had never felt so loved before.

Sometimes love was as simple as breathing. At least when you had found your soulmate.

The End