Hand in hand (larry stylinson

Chapter Two

Harry and I decided to meet up for a walk by the beach a day before he leaves. I have seen him the days before but they always were either around people and/or him packing. Today, we decided that we'd go on the beach and have day for ourselves no distractions and no one to interrupt us.

The sand feels soft underneath our feet, it's warm and the glazing sun is hot, yet comforting. Harry and I walk with our hands occasionally brushing, but I don't dare to grab his hand. I'm too scared.

"What do you think those two are thinking right now?" Harry asks completely out of the blue.

"Where? The couple?"

"Yeah"

"I think the girls face just shows how in love she is with the guy. And the guy... I don't know he just seems normal, no emotions on his face. I can't read him." I answer after a moment of consideration.

"Do you believe in true love, Louis?" He asks with the most innocent green eyes I've ever seen.

"I don't know honestly." I looked deeply in his eyes, trying to peer into his soul. Okay, that sounds creepy... I just really wanna know what he is thinking. What does he feel like? I can read him like an open book, but since I've fallen for him it seems like he's closed off.

We kept on walking and talking aimlessly amongst each other, like old times. Just one more time before it all goes away.

"Lou! Come on sit, lets watch the sunset," he says happily. I agree instantly and sit down next to him. Our fingers were brushing over the soft sand of the beach.

"It's sad that the moon and sun never meet. Even though the sun helps the moon to shine, it can never see its shine." I say absentmindedly.

"Just like people. You help someone shine but as soon as they do, they forget all about you and your light that helped them." I look at the boy next to me and I'm honestly struck by how beautiful he is. Hair blowing by the wind, eyes so green, so wide and innocent it's impossible not to get lost in them. Dimples so gracefully denting his cheeks. Smile so cheeky and boyish, yet charming. Sure, he has his flaws but to me he is perfect.

A small tug is felt in my heart, one of pain and longing. I know I won't have him here by tomorrow, I know it. But I just can't bring myself to retreat my hand once they reach his and intertwine.

The sky casts it's own magic and starts changing from blue, to pink, purple, red and orange. All so majestic and so beautiful like a painting created by the most talented artists.

Stories shared so precious, so loved up, and so perfect between us. Small laughs. Sweet smiles. Endearing chuckles. All so perfect, all so touching. With our hands collapsed tightly between us everything else feels like it doesn't matter. It's as if the world stopped. Nothing else can be felt but everything going on right now between us. Never have I felt so content than I was right now, if only it would last.

"I should probably head back, it's getting late." Harry said, breaking the beautiful spell that came upon us.

"I'll walk you home," I offered. But really I just wanted more time with him.
"Yeah, sure." he stood up and dusted his pants off and then held out his hands out to pull me up and I took them as he helped me up on my feet.

We started walking back heading in the direction of Harry's house. Somehow along the way our hands seemed to interlock with each other, neither of us dared to pull back. We just enjoyed the little time we can actually exist in together. Hand in hand. Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles. LouisandHarry. Nothing between us. We were just in our own little bubble.
When we reached his house we held to each other tighter. His arms around my neck, head buried deeply in the nook of my neck. My arms squeezing tightly around his waist, and my head buried in his neck. I inhaled his scent deeply, keeping it at the back of my head. Storing it somewhere deep and precious, somewhere that will always keep it no matter what, no matter how long we spend separated. I want to remember this forever.
"Stay in touch, call me, Skype, text! Whatever!" He started sobbing on my shoulders and I just felt numb. I didn't know if the pain was going to come back later and bite me in the arse. But right now I feel nothing.
"Same goes to you. You aren't allowed to forget about me," I said sternly, but playfully with a soft smile playing at my lips.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Pinky promise." and with that our pinkies intertwined and we pulled back with a chuckle.
One last hug and Harry walked back inside.

I didn't go home straight after, though. I just took a long, quiet walk with thoughts swirling around my mind. Some pleasant, some not too much, and some not at all.

I thought about how much unfairness there is in this world. How a person has to be separated from the one they love. Yes, I may be 16 and have no idea what I'm talking about. But I know that what I feel for Harry isn't just normal feelings. It's not a minor crush. It's the type of love that takes your breath away in the most beautiful way ever. It's love that's so pure, so amazing. Hasn't yet to be touched by the awful reality of the world. This place. This world. It's a cruel; it's a world full of pain and regret. Yes, there are the good things but eventually the bad outweighs the good. There is so much hunger spread around the world. Too many homeless people. Too many innocent people getting killed for a religion, a sexuality, a preference, just being themselves. That is so selfish, taking someone's life just because it doesn't match your taste? What's crueler than that.
That's why I feel the need to protect this love. I have to keep it hidden in my heart, away from all the bad things in this world. Away from everything that can hurt it.

I finally reached home. I ignored the calls of my parents as I went straight up to my room. I didn't even bother with my clothes, just collapsed on the bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the pain hit me full force. I felt it tightening in on my chest. Making it harder to breathe with every breath. I let it all out. All the sobs. All the anger. All the sadness.

The only thing that I kept is the love. The love I have for the beautiful boy that is Harry Styles.
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(A/n) is it good? Idk it's 5 am and I had the sudden need to write. I'm sorry if it sucks but I haven't slept since yesterday. Cut me some slack will ya?
-Sara x