[Harry's P.O.V.]
"...And eventhough your days seem grey, I'll be there to brighten everything... You are my reason to try, and I can't bear to see you cry..." I hear Louis' soft voice sing lowly, as he cleans my wounds. My vision is blury, yet somehow I am able to see Louis clearly.
I stare at him as he nurses me, still singing the beautiful song that sadly I have never heard before. Whatever it is, Louis sings it spectacularly. As Louis finishes up, he looks up at me with sad eyes. Before I can say anything, Louis scoops me up from my chair at the kitchen table, and he carries me to the sofa in the lounge. Louis gently places me down, continuing his song as he does so.
"...Louis?" I say weakly, trying not to wince in slight pain. Louis stops singing immediately, giving me his full attention.
"Yes, Harry?" Louis asks, ready to do anything for me. I motion for him to lean down.
Louis leans down close to me, waiting for me to say something. Instead of saying anything, I simply kiss Louis on his cheek. An instant blush rises to his cheeks, and I smile lightly.
"You're an amazing P.H.C., Louis... Thank you, so much..." I say, tears forming in my eyes. Louis wipes them away with a fragile movement of his thumb.
"Have I succeeded in improving your state of emotion?" Louis asks me, sitting down on the sofa. I think for a moment.
"Yes," I tell him, "but do you think it's possible that you'd be able to be a student at my school...?" Louis looks at me assuringly.
"Your needs are my job to attend to." Louis smiles. "For you, I am positive I can work that out. So do not fret, my love." I sit myself up so I can press another kiss of gratitude to Louis' face. Once again he blushes furiously.
"...Louis..." I say, staring at him intently.
"Yes, Harry...?" Louis asks me, slowly running his right hand through my curls.
"Please don't ever leave me."
Louis slides his hand to cup my cheek. He stares deep into my eyes, his expression serious.
"I will never leave you. I am always going to be yours." and with those words, Louis kisses my forehead sweetly.
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It is the middle of the night, and I awake with a jolt. Louis wakes up a split second after I do so.
"Nightmare, huh?" Louis asks, wrapping his warm arms around me. "Scale from 1 to 10."
"...A three." I tell him, my voice thick with tiredness.
"Would me singing you a song suffice to improve your state of emotion?"
I nod against Louis' chest, and quietly he begin s to sing the song he was earlier.
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Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry
Fanfiction"Hello. I'm Louis Tomlinson, your Personal Happiness Companion. On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate your sadness?" High school student Harry Styles suffers from depression and is one day assigned a P.H.C. to make him happy. But there is som...
