Captured Ink, Hidden Hearts

Louis

Louis sits alone in his living room and stares at his phone while the silence around him becomes oppressive. He has felt lonely and lost since his break-up with Harry. He had hoped that things would be better for him, that he would feel more liberated if he let Harry go, knowing that at least for him everything would be okay in the long run, but instead a heavy burden weighs on his heart.

He thinks back to the last few weeks, the arguments with Anne and his decision. Louis feels like he's been doing nothing else for the last few days, whether it's tattooing or everyday things - Harry is always in his thoughts. He truly believed that it was the right thing to break up, that Harry would be better off, but now that he is alone he is plagued by doubts and regrets.

Another wave of memories floods his mind - the happy moments they shared, the loving touches and the deep connection. He misses Harry more than he could ever have imagined. He has been on the verge of writing to Harry or visiting him since this morning to ask for his forgiveness and again he opens the chat with Harry while he tries to think of words he could write.

But suddenly the silence is interrupted by the loud ringing of the doorbell. Louis jumps up, his heartbeat accelerating as he rushes to the door. Who could it be so late?

When he opens the door, Harry is standing in front of him, tears streaming down his face and his body is shaking with sobs. Without saying a word, he throws himself into Louis' arms, clinging to him as if he never wants to let him go.

Louis is overwhelmed by so many emotions - relief, joy, but also worry. Harry seems beside himself, his breathing is shallow and his body is shaking. It is obvious that he is in the midst of a panic attack.

He doesn't hesitate for a second, but gently leads Harry into the living room and sits down on the sofa with him. He holds him tightly as Harry clings to him, his fingers digging frantically into Louis' shirt.

"Shh, calm down, Harry," Louis whispers gently, running his hand soothingly over Harry's back. "I'm right here. Everything's going to be okay.”

A small sob from Harry is all he gets in return.

"What's happened Harry? What are you doing here?" Louis asks, but Harry just shakes his head, pressing closer to him and seeming unable to speak.

He has never seen Harry like this before and it scares him a little that he doesn't seem to calm down at all and that he came to him despite the separation. And although Harry is sobbing and crying so much that he can only take short, loud breaths of air, Louis is just happy to have him in his arms.

Louis keeps trying to find out what happened but Harry keeps crying. His tears keep flowing and his words are just a blurred mumble between the sobs that Louis can't understand. Louis feels helpless in the face of Harry's pain and despair. He wants to do everything he can to calm him down, but nothing seems to work.

In a moment of pure desperation and impulsive inspiration, Louis gently places his hand under Harry's chin and lifts it slightly to look into his moist eyes. Harry's gaze is full of panic but also full of love and longing.

Without thinking any further, Louis slowly leans forward and gently presses his lips to Harry's. It is a tender, loving kiss that is full of meaning. In that moment, their lips merge and all the words that are unspoken between them are expressed in that one gesture.

The kiss is like a spark that ignites a fire - a fire of passion, love and hope. Louis feels his heart beat faster as he pulls Harry closer. It is as if they find each other again at this moment, as if all their problems and doubts disappear.

The touch of their lips is like a balm for his broken soul and heart, like a reminder that their love is strong enough to overcome any obstacle. It is a moment of purity and intimacy that captivates them both.