Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

XXIII.

Mood - The Black Keys - The Only One
The Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved

The atmosphere was dreary to say the least. It seems to be this way every since the damn day Harry poured his heart out to Louis and though he expected victory it blew up right in his face. Things didn't scare him anymore, flowers lost their glow, the voices around him mocking his failed attempt at a proposal. He can hear Louis' voice ring in his ear, everywhere, in the crevices of his house, empty and echoes the words, screaming and pounding against his ear drums. He lost. He's pathetic, a loser, a damn fool. The day replays like a dirty movie on repeat. He remembers everyone's reaction, each one etched in his brain. How did he end up being so embarrassing? - for simpler words.

After he spat out the words to Louis "Marry me" he had said, earnings gasps - yes, which would be good- he had hoped for this astonishment, but much to his dismay it was followed by the loud erupts of laughter, coming from none other than Louis himself. That very moment, almost a month ago, that was the moment that stung the worse, the one thing that kept him up all night, the laugh echoing, bouncing off the walls, dripping with disgust and almost pity? He didn't know but when he looked at Louis hoping his eyes gave him away (his eyes never lied) he just stared at him in total disbelief.

"What are you doing?" Louis had said to him, walking up to meet his sunken figure atop the stairs. He glances around and saw everyone downstairs huddled together, murmuring but their gaze is fixed on the both of them.

"I-I please I love you Louis" he's mumbling like a bloody fool and making himself more of an ass than ever imaginable. Louis scuffs gripping his arm harshly earning a painful groan from Harry.

"Lower your voice" he said through his teeth but Harry looked at him as if he was speaking gibberish. He had pulled his arm away from Louis maintaining eye contact with him. Louis' gaze had fallen on the small crowd downstairs forcing a tiny smile which is fake plastered on his face.

"I want you more than I've wanted anything in my life, I want to marry you Louis, make a home with you, a family" he drawls a little longer on the last word "my family" Harry mumbles more to himself. The shock of silence appeared again, Harry's head bowed, Louis making a noise like he was about to throw up. His eyes shoot up at that, Louis taking a step back from him.

"Are you stupid?" He half yells, Harry dabs at his eyes drying his moisten cheeks. His eyelashes flutter releasing the small water droplets to the floor, his nose sniffles, his eyebrows frowning almost making it impossible to see his eyes. He looks like a toddler being scowled by his parents.

"No" his voice is small and careful. He composes himself taking a deep breath in before speaking again.
"I'm stupid because I want to spend the rest of my life with you? Oh Louis but it is you who is the stupid one" that may have came across a bit cocky and rude but he didn't care. He didn't see what was so wrong in asking for Louis' hand in marriage. He really didn't care for labels in the past, but ever since Louis, well a lot has changed. He wanted this man as his husband, he wanted the world to know that Louis Tomlinson was his. Big mistake.

Louis seems taken back by Harry's tone, his hand comes to brush across his chest. His face falters and Harry notices it, but it is taken away shortly by more scuffing, his eyebrows turning up and his eyes rolling.

"That's not what I meant" his tone is clipped as if he's fishing for words. It almost makes Harry smile.
"Then what do you mean Louis Tomlinson? please enlighten me" Harry raises his voice and throws his hands up dramatically.

"You-You j-just can't.." Louis' voice cracks and Harry can tell he was close to tears.
"T-t-t-today Tomlinson!" Harry says in an equally mocking tone, his pores are open and the heat escaping from his skin was noticeable, Louis' brows coated with a thin layer of sweat. He feels bad for being this harsh with him and he knew by Louis' reaction how much this was affecting him. No one and it's obvious NO ONE has EVER spoken to Louis this way. By now he expected to be on the floor, bloody lip and all but Louis stands fiddling with the sleeve of his jumper, biting on his lip. Harry goes to continue but Louis raises hands to silence him. The wave of anger present in his eyes. He walks forward coming closer to Harry.