Captive Of Lies Book 2(Imprisoned in my Heart trilogy...Larry)

Chapter 16

AN: Flashbacks are written in italics :) .xx

Harry was beginning to wonder whether it had been some divine intentions that nothing in his life would ever go quite right. Perhaps things had started okay for him and he hadn’t been grateful enough for it. Whatever the reason was, he hated it. He hated everyone and everything in the world, because no matter how hard he tried to do things right, despite the fact that he knew he was good, and he knew he could handle this, nobody seemed to notice his efforts. While Harry had flawlessly mastered the correct way to hold a gun in mere minutes, Niall still trembled in distaste just looking at one, and yet Kylie was still excitedly trying to force the weapon into Niall’s hands. Loading, unloading and reloading the same gun over and over again was doing Harry’s head in. At first it had been good for him, having something to occupy his hands while his mind screamed profanities, but the movement was so effortless now, so perfectly executed every time, that it made no difference at all. It was so simple to him that he didn’t even have to pay attention to what he was doing as he slipped the bullets in, clicked the mechanisms into place, then unfastened everything and dropped them into his palm again. Repeated the motions. Then again, and again.

Perhaps everything was bad for him because he hadn’t appreciated things enough. The thought that he might have taken Louis for granted even once caused his hands to tremble as he once again reloaded the gun.

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 “Louis?” Harry asked breathlessly.

They were lying on Louis’ bed, and quite a lot of their clothes were on the floor rather than on them…not that either of them were complaining. Harry’s shirt had dropped to the ground, and Louis’ was well on the way, slipping off his shoulders. They were both smiling, and as Louis turned his head to look at Harry, the younger boy rolled carefully on top of Louis and smiled even more, wearing a grin that the Cheshire cat would have been proud of. Ironic, considering that he was from Cheshire  in the first place. For a while, they stayed like that, Harry giving Louis his warm weight – then he dipped down and nudged Louis with his nose, rubbing both of their noses together teasingly. For a moment or so, he hovered above Louis, then his proud grin softened into a little smile and he repeated the motion, brushing their noses together again. He loosened his grip and then twisted, rolling onto his back again and staring at the ceiling as he linked his fingers with Louis’.

“Yeah?” asked Louis, smiling at the ceiling as well. His fingers twitched and curled around Harry’s long ones, and he closed his eyes.

“I, uh…I don’t really know what we’re supposed to do after this.”

Rather than admitting that he didn’t have much clue either, Louis allowed Harry another smile and rolled onto his side to face him. After a while, Harry copied, and their foreheads touched as they made eye contact. Harry was uncertain, clearly, but with an expression like that on Louis’ face, he couldn’t be uncomfortable. Reaching out, Louis brushed a delicate line down Harry’s cheekbone, his expression gentle.

“We can do whatever we like,” Louis assured him, “for once.” He couldn’t help but smile again. “We could do everything…or nothing.”

“Everything sounds good,” Harry whispered cheekily. After that bold statement, he paused, uncertain again. “But I don’t –”

“Shhhhh.” Pressing his finger against Harry’s lips, Louis whispered back “neither do I. I haven’t a clue. But let’s put it this way; here we are, and whatever we do is up to us. Up to you. It’s your choice what we do next. What would you like to do?”