it was just another day for louis, walking to work, wrapped in one of harry's many coats he packed when he left holmes chapel. the coat still smells like harry and louis regrets leaving him everyday. it was a spur of the moment decision. louis hardly had any opportunities in the small town. not like he's worked wonders in london but he was trying. he played and sang at a small café in the city centre and was much appreciated. he also did small wedding and birthday gigs. the songs he wrote mostly talked about regret and heart-break because that was all louis was soaked in. he missed harry. he missed his deep voice, his soft curls, his gorgeous green eyes and him. he missed him so much.
he was about 10 minutes away from work when his phone rang, signalling a call from betty, the generous middle-aged lady who owned the café. she sounded frantic and all louis could make out from her nervous mumbling was that a boy-passed out-young-cold-frozen. and louis had no idea what swirled inside of him but he made a sprint and arrived at the café in record time.
the boy who was found outside the café was being carried into the ambulance by paramedics and louis swore he saw him. he could not mistake those curls. the curls he'd grown to love over time. and in an instant he was next to the boy, ofcourse after much resistance from the paramedics.
harry was cold. and pale. his lips, blue. one of the medics handed louis a brown leather journal that was found with harry. louis skimmed his fingers over it, tracing the initials engraved in the leather, 'h.s.' . louis was crying. his hand, tightly holding harry's, as the paramedics kept warming the almost lifeless body.
on reaching the hospital, harry was rushed to the emergency room, leaving louis behind, in an agonising wait. he sat down and opened the journal. his heart tearing up with the flip of every other page. he let out audible gasps and sighs, and even adorned small smiles, but most of all, he was sad and guilty. harry wouldn't be here if it wasn't for his unthoughtful decisions. he should have brought harry along or should have atleast left with an explanation. the frustration he felt was strong and forced him to tug harshly on his hair. he scolded himself and cried. only when he was on the last page of the journal, he realised it was his birthday today. it was all too messed up to be real, he thought.
he was later allowed to see harry when he put up a strong argument at the front desk about being his older cousin. he walked into the hospital room and harry instantly lit up, his eyes watering. harry's skin was still pale but his cheeks had slight colour. harry could not stop crying neither could louis. harry was happy, he'd found louis. louis was guilty. harry wiped louis' tears and grinned at him. louis looked down to see his hand tightly held by harry's. louis couldn't be more thankful. after everything harry had to put up with, he was safe and he was with louis. he promised himself to keep this boy happy and safe for the rest of his life. he was busy admiring harry's face when harry's weak voice resonated in his ears, 'happy birthday, lou' and louis had never smiled bigger. not even when he first met harry. louis kept looking at him for what felt like forever and finally replied, in a voice that sounded broken but glad, ' i love you too harry. so much. so so much.'
and that's all harry ever asked for. for louis to love him back. he couldn't be happier now that he's in his safe haven as louis wrapped his broad frame in a warm embrace. two boys, a tad bit reckless, a bit messed up and also broken, but complete in each others' arms, like two pieces of an old puzzle, worn out and torn at the edges but none the less, a perfect fit for each other.
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Fanfictionhappy birthday,lou. a larry a.u. (a short story meant to be read at once.) Czech Translation by @bee571 http://my.w.tt/UiNb/g1YthjnXry