Chapter Two

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Louis P.O.V.

"H-h-harry?" I croaked out. Tears formed in my eyes, he's still beautifully handsome and if possible he is even more so. His hair is longer. I think I like it this way though. He nods his head as more tears build up in those green eyes, which I had always swore held the secrets to the world. And those lips. God, those lips. They always sent a shiver down my spine whenever they touched any part of my skin. My insides would jump around, no matter if they were cold or warm to the touch. I find that I have unconsciously placed my hand on his cheek, stroking it with my thumb. I felt like a dog that had lost their owner and had finally found them after so long. I slid my other hand down his arms. I see he's gained the muscles he had once said he wanted. I smile at that thought. My Harry. He's all grown up. I missed him. I've missed you. Harry. Harold. I can't hold in the sob that comes out of my lips. "Harry!!" I push myself further into his arms, now welcoming them. "Harryharryharry!" I inhale his scent. Home. I am full out crying now. I feel his hands rubbing my back.

 "Yeah, Louis. It's me. Harry." I hear him barely whisper. The grip he has on me is tighter and I just realized that we're getting wet again. The rain won't stop coming. It doesn't matter though. I didn't really mind before and I don't mind at all now. It's been four years. Four horrible long years. I didn't wait for this day. I didn't wait because I thought it would never come. But it has and he's here now. "Let's get you out of here Louis. I have some fresh clothes for you to borrow at home." I find myself being lifted into his arms, bridal style. With one arm he takes mine and wraps them around his neck and then he pushes my face against his chest. My heart is beating so fast. Of course, that would never ever change when it came to him.

 "Uh..um, your umbrella." I remind him. He emitted a soft laugh which I could slightly feel the vibrations coming from his chest.

"Jesus, that's not important Lou. I can just buy another one." I feel him start walking and stop after several seconds. A door opens and I am being settled in what I would guess is his car seat. Now that my head isn't resting on his chest, I can take in the surroundings. The car is tidy and spacious. He shuts my car door and gets in. I look down at my bare legs and remember why I was standing there in the first place. Reality sets in. I have to go. I'm just about to open the door when I feel Harry's sudden strong grip on my arm pulling me back.

 Harry P.O.V.

I was watching Louis the whole time I sat here. Something about him was different, besides the current situation. I notice his eyes widen and he is suddenly reaching for the door handle. I know what he is trying to do. Anger washes over me. The fact that he's willing to go back out there and wait for a bloody pervert to take him. Money or not, I didn't like the idea. Why would he do this? The money shouldn't be worth it. I'll be damned if I let him go back out there. I grab his arm and pull him my direction. "What happened to you?" Something flashes in his blue eyes but goes away as fast it came.

He looks me dead in the eye and says, "I passed away." My heart beat has sped up and it's not a good thing. I grip his arm tighter. "Now if you would please let me go, I have work to do." I'm not sure what caused this dramatic change. One minute he's in tears, repeating my name and the next he's telling me he passed away and has to get to 'work.' Pft.

"You're not going anywhere and in case you haven't heard, your 'work' is illegal!" He laughs. He fucking laughs! I feel my jaws clench. I pull him towards me until we're face to face. Eye to eye. Green to blue. I can't help but growl out, "Do you think this is fucking funny Louis? You're a prostitute! A prostitute! You are so much better than that!" A piece of his hair falls towards to his face. I don't know what he is thinking. He's glaring at me and trying to escape my hold though. I move my face closer to his, our lips barely brushing. "I will not allow you to go back out there. Do you understand?" I hear him mumble something. "What?"

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