Boundless •L.S•

My boy| 32

"Where are you taking him?"

"The opera to see Romeo and Juliet, ballet." Louis mutters, knowing what is following and not even two seconds later, Nialls laugh fills the room.

"That's sweet, Lou." Lea chuckles.

"I have played a few pieces, and I know that he has always wanted to go to the specific opera."

"Which one are you taking him to?"Liam asks, being the polite pup that he is.

"Paris." One word and the room goes
completely quiet, Niall and Liam look at Lea as the girl looks back at them.

"Lou..."

"Are you sure?" Niall asks him quietly.

Paris was the last place that Louis had travelled with his mom. At the opera of Paris after a show, his mom had fainted and was taken to the hospital. Right after that, everything seemingly went downhill not only for Louis but his whole family.

It was roughly three months later that his mother had passed away.

"What was bound to happen happened, the location couldn't have changed anything..." Louis says quietly, his voice breaking slightly, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Right?" He remembers Harry telling him those exact same words when he had told the curly haired boy about his past, Louis finds it hard to believe, he needed to find something to blame and his own self seemed like the perfect case.

He has been blaming himself for things that were beyond his abilities to save, and even if he knew that, the blame somehow lingered on his shoulders, undeniably heavy.

"You're right, Lou. We were just a little bit surprised, that's it."

"And worried." Niall smiles, Louis smiles back as he gets up from his seat on his bed and plops on Nialls lap.

"You really shouldn't, and I think," Louis pauses for a second, "I think I'm ready to move on and face my emotions."

"You've had it rough too, Lou. You were grieving, and we understand that." Liam smiles as he gives him one of his smiles that can light up the room.

"My way of dealing with it wasn't the right way for me or for anyone else, I wanna be better, because I know that if I don't then I will definitely find a way to fuck things up with Harry, and I really dont want to do that, not this time."

"Now that's what we call character development. My parents are about to get married and give me a little sibling." Niall says cheerfully as he attacks Louis in a hug.

"Oh, for gods sake, Niall!" Were Louis' last words before he and the Irish lad fall back on the bed.

. . . . .

Louis couldn't deny the breathless sensation that enveloped him whenever his eyes met Harry's.

It was as if the world paused, and all that existed were the deep pools of green that held him captive. Harry's presence stirred a whirlwind of emotions within Louis, leaving him gasping for air in the wake of an unspoken connection.

No, Harry couldn't be human; he's the sun, and everyone else is the planets orbiting around him. For louis, it's like an overwhelming force, an invisible thread pulling at his heartstrings with every stolen glance. The air around them always seeming charged, and Louis finds himself navigating a maze of emotions, each gaze leaving him yearning for more, yet breathless in the enchanting gravity of Harry's gaze.

"What is air?" Louis mutters as he approaches the taller young man, who just raises an eyebrow at Louis.

"What was that?" He says a smug smile, taking over his overwhelmingly beautiful features.

"Nothing important." No, he can practically see God laughing at Louis, but then again, is Louis really to blame in this case?

No, not really.

"Is it appropriate for me to kiss you for our first date, or is that gonna be too crass from my side?" Louis steps into Harry's space, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Well, people don't normally travel to another country on their first date." That sentence alone makes Louis smile cheekily as he tightens his arms around Harry's waist.

"You're so small." Louis replies randomly as Paul, Louis bodyguard shows them their way towards the private plane, the two boys following behind but never pulling away from each other's arms.

"Small?" Harry asks, looking at Louis with that look that shows you just how much he's currently judging you.

"Small," Louis nods, "You always make yourself smaller when I hold you, fitting so well in my arms." Louis words make Harry lean into Louis a little more, making Louis chuckle at his boy.

The two of them make it into the private jet where they sit next to each other, Harry snuggling a little into Louis arms.

"Aren't you being such a sweet boy?" Louis coos.

"Shut up." Harry glares at Louis before pressing his face into Louis's neck, a pink blush coating his cheeks.

"My sweet boy." Louis tightens his arms around Harry, "My boy." He says a little firmly, which makes Harry tremble with a sweet little laugh.

"Who would have guessed? Louis William Tomlinson possessive and over who?!" He scoffs, "Over me!"

"Says you, snuggling into the same Louis William Tomlinson like a kitten!" Louis defends himself.

The two of them look at each other for a second before bursting into laughter. "I guess we bring the worst in each other, don't we?" He says with a big smile that only widens when he looks at Harry's smile; His dimples so cute as his eyes wrinkle in the corners, almost closed.

'Yup, definitely the sun.' Louis thinks to himself, as he hugs Harry close to himself.

God, Louis is so scared. How could this feel so new as if he had never dated before, but then again, Harry could never be anyone.

Harry is everything. He decides, especially when he smiles and also more, especially if Louis is the reason for that smile.

"Since we're doing this for real. Do I get to call you baby cakes?"

"If you want me to jump off the plane, yes."

"Baby cakes."