Home To You

Chapter -11

Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet song of a choir
You light my morning sky
With burning love
-Burning love by Elvis Presley.

It hurts. Physically and emotionally, it hurts to see Harry with others. He has heard rumours that he's with plenty of people but watching it with his own eyes kills him. After Zayn's message, Louis stayed away from the topic with Harry. It was tough but Louis successfully made one week of it.

"How about the retro theme?" Harry asked as they planned together the farewell party. They mostly finished all the work except the dress code.

"Good! But I doubt anyone would follow that given the age of people," Louis said as he shifted his seat slightly towards Harry.

"Then we should have no theme" Harry bit back sarcastically.

"Correct answer," Louis said

"Wait! What?" Harry sits up straight from the sofa.

"Are you serious?" Harry asked

"Yes! I mean- they are high class old people. I don't think they would follow themes like teenagers"

"It's not a teenager thing. I'm a good planner, speaking for myself" Harry said with annoyance

Louis can sense that the word teenager is triggering Harry. He smirked and said

"I Believe you are good but not for this group of people" Louis said

"This group? What do you mean by that?" Harry asked clearly annoyed

Shit! Louis should have closed his mouth.
"I mean- I'm not saying that we are rich like that- it's-"

"Define 'we'? Don't forget that I'm also your family and I've Porsche, Maybe not rich like Tomlinson family but-" Harry started

"I swear, I didn't mean it like that-" Louis defended himself

Marco still sometimes has quarrels with Liz about the annual income of two families. Louis was really impressed when he heard Lawrence and Liz's Love story and their Handwork.

Harry's phone rang and he excused himself
"I'm sorry, I've to attend this call" Harry said

Louis saw the name Zack flashing on Harry's mobile. He just nodded his head and waved his hand to attend the call. Harry went to his room and Louis mentally slapped himself.

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It's been an hour since the fight or whatever they had downstairs. Harry knew that Louis didn't mean anything like that but something, him talking about teenagers reminded Harry of his past and Harry didn't want to think about that.

He heard a knock on his door. Before Harry can answer, the knob was twisted and Louis entered wearing a white jumpsuit and Hair styled just like Elvis Presley.

"Oh god" Harry palmed his face

It's an ostentatious affair complete with a cape and a humongous belt with eagle-hanging conchos. Louis also brought a mic.

"Bright light city gonna set my soul
Gonna set my soul on fire"

Louis started to mimic the song while the song was playing in the background

Harry tried to suppress his smile because it was ridiculous.

"There's a thousand pretty women waitin' out there And they're all livin' the devil may care" Louis sang and pulled Harry to his feet.

When Louis shared his spotlight and mic with Harry, he protested at first but eventually gave up and they sang together

"And I'm just the devil with love to spare, so
Viva Las Vegas, Viva Las Vegas"