Boundless •L.S•

Don't Leave|28

It's a wonder what caring for someone so suddenly and deeply does to you, Lea can see the panicked look on Louis face as his fingers tap on the steering wheel.

She is worried too, of course, but the way Louis seems so out of it as if until he made sure that Harry is okay, he won't rest.

She had seen from the beginning that both lads clicked, but she didn't think that it would become so apparent so quickly, but that doesn't seem to matter a lot.

"Lou, I'm sure Harry is okay, darling..." she tries to reassure her mate, her right hand always on her belly as she puts her left hand on Louis lap, in a reassuring manner.

"I swear, if that bustard has - "

"Lou, calm down, we are almost there, I can see the police cars..." she says, voice laced with concern.

Louis just nods as he quickly parks the car and nearly runs towards Harry's house.

Louis is about to go into the mansion when a policeman stops him. "I'm afraid I can't let you through this -"

Louis glare could almost kill as he gives the man in the uniform a tight-lipped smile. "I will fucking -"

Lea grabs Louis hand giving it a warning squeeze.

"This is Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles boyfriend, and I am Leandra Del Ann, his close friend, I think I have a right to see my mates' well-being, for God's sake." She says as she glares at him, the officers reluctant look not being what she is looking for. "Okay, when you make up your mind, tell us." She says quickly and gently pushes him aside so Louis can go through.

The officer is about to protest, but Lea's hands are still on the man's chest."Honestly, mate, I'm pregnant, and my hormones are crazy, but I'm not that indecisive." She shakes her head.

"Miss -"

"Lea's fine." The man looks at her with a weird look.

"Lea, I can't just let anyone in."

"But here is the thing, we aren't anyone, are we?" She says, looking around hands always on the man who just looks at her. She just flashes him a smile and leaves to go find her two mates.

. . . . .

Louis steps were quick, his feet moving on their own accord as his eyes scanned the whole place.

The place is filled with policemen, and mainly, a lot of reporters.

It doesn't take long to find the Curly haired man, sitting in the gazebo that Harry had among his colourful garden.

Louis' steps slow down as he approaches the tiny place where a small light is lit, Harry's arms wrapped around his legs.

"There has been a curse struck upon me!" Louis says as he stays in front of Harry, whose head snaps up. "Everywhere I go, I see you."

Harry sniffels once. "Seems like a serious problem." He mutters, and Louis just rolls his eyes.

"Oh, tell me about it." The curly haired lad just looks down at his lap, and Louis sits down next to him. "I guess, " he crosses his legs. "I will just have to deal with it, hm?"

"Perhaps you do."

The two are quiet as they both stare straight ahead, the moon barely noticeable, in a thin curved line.

"Are you okay?"

Harry takes a breath in, "I'm supposed to be, right?"

"No, you're not."

"Then I don't know." Louis looks at Harry. The man looks drained and so done with the world.

"That's okay..." Louis says slowly in a tone barely above a whisper, "I'm sure I saw him getting dragged into a police car."

"He's probably going to be gone for good."

"He is?"

"Yeah..."

"I believe you won't need me anymore, then." Louis doesn't like the bitter taste the words leave in his mouth, the thought sounding absolutely outrageous to him, but no matter his opinion, Louis voice is light, just on the edge of a joking manner.

Not funny, at all, Louis thoughts and racing heart on the wait of Harry's reply being rather confusing to him, Louis supposedly hates Harry, but that seems so long ago and so far away.

Now, something seems to have changed -

"No."

Louis heart drops, "No?" He tries to put on a smile, but he's sure it can only be classified as a grimace, as he curses himself for hoping for something that never existed in the first place.

Him and Harry barely had any relations to begin with. They just had to put up with each other for their own sake, that's all.

"I don't want you to leave," Harry exclaimed, his voice shaky as he looked at Louis, his green eyes glassed over with tears, "Please..."

They glanced at each other, breafly contemplating what is to happen, and then...

Louis hand raises up to Harry's face, stopping midway, but then he is cupping the curly haired man's cheek, gently caressing, as if he is afraid to break Harry, somehow.

He slowly moves his finger over Harry's soft lips, caressing as Harry leans into the touch, and Louis moves closer.

"Tell me to stop." He says in a whisper, his breath caressing Harry's lips.

"Don't." The younger lad mutters.

"Harry." He warns this is a line they both know they are crossing into a territory that maybe they shouldn't be into.

As Louis finger softly caress Harry's lips, the latter parts them slightly, his eyes fluttering closed as he kisses the older man's fingertips.

"Look at me." Louis says lowly, pressing his hand against Harry's cheek more firmly, making Harry snap his eyes open and look at Louis. "Look at me and tell me..."

"Don't stop, Louis." He mutters as he moves closer towards tge blue eyed man, pressing his lips in a soft peck.

When Harry pulls back Louis's hands, take Harry's face to bring him in for a desperate kiss.

Their lips meet in a perfect fit as they move in an amazing sync, igniting hot current run down Louis body.

Harry's hands stutter as they go for Louis's chest, slowly moving up to his shoulders and squeezing them when Louis bites his bottom lip, making a soft sound escape Harry's mouth.

"Mh..." Louis hums and squeezes Harry's waist a little. "Not here."

"What?" Harry asks, his lips red and shiny, and his eyes dilated.

"Not here, come on..." he says, taking Harry's hand and guiding him inside the house.

. . . . .

Harry is being pushed back behind the door, slamming it shut as he wraps his arms around Harry's neck loosely, their lips in perfect sync.

This can't be possibly happening, this same exact thought is swirling around his head, Harry's skin feeling like fire, burning hot, he's the sun, Louis thinks, so hot that it can burn you to ashes but so necessary too.

Necessary to see and to live, and -a gasp leaves Harry's lips as Louis's hands serve one mission only, to be the source of pleasure, for Harry.

Like the planets, Louis too revolves around the sun, giving it the attention it deserves for always shining so brightly.

One more sound escapes Harry's mouth once again, making Louis grin as he leads the younger man towards the bed, gently pushing him back so he falls on top of the mattress, "God, darling, that's the only sounds I want to hear tonight, yeah?" And with that, he presses his lips against Harry's sinful ones.