Chapter 31 - Harry

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Louis holds my hand, in this cracked darkness, and somehow, I let everything feel alright again. 

Except it's not. 

By tomorrow, we'll be playing our first show of the tour, then we'll be working out butts off, doing interviews, meet and greets, and promos. As much as I love our fans, I think that we need more time off, to think, and to be ourselves. I don't want to be given a girl to date, and I don't want to see Louis with a girl of his own again.

"Harry?" Louis whispers as soon as our lips parted from one another. 

"Yeah?" my voice comes out weak. What has he done to me? 

"Hold on," he buries his head in my neck and sighs deeply. "Okay?" 

I hold his waist. "Okay." 

"I wonder who they're going to set you up with," Louis says in a tiny voice. 

I bite my lip, not wishing to think about it. I just found him. I just found out what's it like to be really in love, knee deep, in love with Louis, and now they're giving me someone to be with? For the public? 

"I don't know," I say, closing my eyes. "I don't want to know." 

"Okay, Haz," Louis presses a kiss onto my neck. His hand tightens around mine. 

"Tell me, Lou. Is... is Eleanor, well, nice?" I ask. I just found my Lou. They can't take him away.

"I don't know. We don't talk much," Louis says stiffly. "We... we're not close. I guess she is, I don't know."

"Oh," I press my lips together. 

"Don't worry," Louis says. "I'll... I'll be here, always." 

"I can't believe this is happening," I sigh. 

"Me too," Louis says bitterly. 

"And I never thought this would happen," I smile sadly. "I can't believe you're here right now, beside me. I can't believe I have you." 

Louis chuckles. "I can't believe I have you too."

"What the boys did out there, how Niall, Zayn and Liam stood up for us just now," I tell Louis, caressing his bare waist gently. 

"I know. It's a miracle," he says in disbelief. 

"Niall's been rooting for us from the start," I blush. 

Louis laugh. "Really? What a lad," he snuggles close to me and buries his head into my chest this time. I wrap my hands tightly around him, and pull him close, breathing his scent at the same time. His skin sets mine on fire on contact, and my pulse quickens. I don't think I can ever get used to him. The thought of him makes my stomach churn, and now, here, touching him, holding him, having him, makes me feel so much more. My head is light and spinning, and it's just too much for me. This is what it feels like when your dreams come true. 

"I know," I smile, and I feel Louis's fingers on my dimples, causing my smile to widen. 

"I love that smile," Louis says, even though it's dark, even though he can't see. 

"How did you know I'm smiling?" I feel around for his other hand and grab it. 

"You sounded like you were smiling," Louis says, and I bite my lip. 

"I love your voice," I say softly, and reach up to caress his cheeks. "Lovely." 

Louis chuckles before kissing my lips. "I love your lips." 

I smirk. "I love your jawline," I whisper, and kiss him there. Louis squirms and giggles. I laugh along with him, my deep chuckle along with his high pitched giggles. 

"I love your laugh," he kisses me again. "It sounds beautiful, compared to mine," he presses a hand to my chest and kisses me once more. 

"That's not true," I say, letting my hands trailing up his spine. He giggles and swats it away. I tickle his ribs and he laughs some more. "Your's is perfectly fine," I peck his nose. "It's more than fine. It's perfect." 

Louis shakes his head and digs his hands into my hair, running his fingers through them. "I love your hair." 

"And I love this," I move my hand down the curve of his back, and to his bum. They fit perfectly in my hand, and I give him a playful squeeze, smirking to myself, satisfied. 

Louis yelps, followed by more giggles. "Hey!" 

I press him closer to me by his arse. Am I really doing this? I kiss him hard, and bite his bottom lip before he can even say anything. He relaxes in my hands almost immediately and kisses me back. Our lips move in sync and soon my tongue is roaming his mouth. He lets me, and tangles his fingers in my hair. My hands are still on his behind, and he smiles into the kiss. 

"Cheeky," Louis gives me one more final peck on the lips before moving down to my neck. He sucks on the skin just below my jawline and my hold tightens on him. He continues kissing me, all over, moving back to my lips, then to my jawline, my nose, my neck, my cheek, my collar bone. I am littered with his kisses, marked all over, owned. "Need. To. Show. Them. Who. You. Belong. To," he says between kisses. 

I moan, nodding at the same time. He kisses my earlobe, and the skin behind my ear, then my shoulders. "L-Lou." 

"Shh," he hushes me and kisses me again, more gently this time. Slow, loving, passionate kisses, and I think I'm going crazy. My head is spinning, and all I feel is Louis, Louis, Louis. All I see are a pair of blue eyes. All I smell is his scent, fries and boy. 

We're a tangled mess, in the sheets. Everything goes out, one by one. Niall's laughter from outside. The sounds of him and Mark playing fifa. Zayn and Liam talking. Footsteps. Everything just disappears except for me and Louis. Me and my love. 

Nothing will ever come between us. Nothing will ever drag us down. 

We lie there, in each other's arms, in each other's love. This is real. This isn't some silly fantasy of mine anymore. This love is realer than ever, nothing, can ever change what I feel right now. I am loved, and I am in love. 

I am pretty sure Louis is asleep in my arms. His breathing is shallow and calm, his chest rise and fall. He looks so peaceful, so happy. I trace the words 'I love you' on his arm. He won't notice, but I feel the need to tell him anyways. 

I

Love

You

Over and over again, I trace those three words, those words I feel so strongly about, those words that are so true. I kiss his eyelashes, so beautiful and long, and trace the words one more time. 

I thought he was asleep, but he isn't. 

"I love you too, Harry." 



a/n: I hope you like this chapter! vote and comment if you did. They said they love each other for the first time! Yayyy ((((: 

and omg larry held hands in the meet and greet holy shit. I cried. 


xoxo -R


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