devotion ➶ larry

fifteen

only fifteen more chapters for this fanfic *cries*

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Harry wakes up with a headache and the phone ringing beside his bed was not helping at all. He groans and searches around for his phone blindly, before the sound finally stops. He sighs in content and settles back in bed, hoping for a few more hours of sleep.

Then the phone goes off again.

"Fuck." He curses, sitting up and finding his phone on the table by his bed. He picks it up only to be met by the cheery voice of Niall.

"Mate, hi! I found—"

"Niall, it's literally eight in the morning on a Saturday. I would really like to sleep until three in the afternoon." Harry retorts sharply.

"I guess you don't want to hear about what I found about Louis." Niall inquires. Suddenly, Harry is on alert. He looks to his side to find Louis asleep, body curled under the covers.

"What did you find?" He asks, getting out of bed and padding into the kitchen.

"Well, I found a newspaper article from fifteen years ago about a family that was caught in a fire in their house. The Tomlinson's were their names. They all died except for their one year old son, Louis Tomlinson. He was never found." Niall says grimly.

Harry is about to say something when Niall interjects.

"There's something else. When they did an autopsy on the family, their cause of death wasn't the fire or the smoke or anything of that. They were shot." Harry gasps, biting his bottom lip tightly. How could someone do something so cruel? He closes his eyes, absolutely upset.

"He was...taken from his home?"

"Seems like it." Niall answers. Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"I have to tell him. Do you...are there any pictures of his family?"

"Yeah. I'll send them to you." Harry thanks him, hanging up seconds later.

He barely has time to compose himself before Louis is sauntering into the kitchen, in one of Harry's sheer button ups and pink lace panties.

"Morning, love." Harry says softly. Louis hums.

"Good morning, Harry." He says, smiling at the ground. He twirls the end of Harry's shirt and looks up at the older man. Harry's heart aches and he looks down at his phone when it vibrates. New texts from Niall. He opens the message and gasps.

There was a picture of a woman and man, older than Harry by a few years, holding a small baby wrapped in a blue blanket. He frowns, scrolling through the pictures, finding one of a small boy, not older than one with blue blue eyes.

Louis.

He had cat ears and a small tail and he looked absolutely adorable. He looks at Louis and sighs softly.

"I'm gonna show you something, okay?" Louis nods frantically and walks towards Harry quickly.

The older man shows him the phone and the boy squeals in surprise.

"He has the same ears like me! And the same tail!" Louis shouts excitedly.

"Lou, doll, that is you." Harry mutters. Louis' eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"How did you...get this then?"

"I told you my friend Niall is a lawyer. He was looking for something about you–to figure out if you had a home out there."

"But you're my home?" Louis asks in bewilderment.

"I—" How is he supposed to respond to that? Instead he slides to the next photo of the woman and man holding the baby.

"Do you know them?" Louis instantly shakes his head.

"That's your...that's your mum and dad." Harry says softly. Louis stares at the picture with burning intensity.

"That's my mummy?" Louis asks, bringing his fingers up to touch the screen. Harry nods.

"What...happened to them?"

"Princess, they were...they passed away." He chooses not to tell him the fact that they were murdered.

"How did we get separated?"

"You were taken from the home the night they passed away." Louis' bottom lip wobbles and it shouldn't be as adorable as it is.

"I used to have a mummy." He says softly. He wipes at his eyes and Harry pulls him into a hug.

"It's alright. I'm here, okay?" Louis nods into Harry's chest, crying quietly. Harry whispers sweet nothing and kisses the top of his head every once in a while. Time passes grudgingly but the older man doesn't mind. As long as Louis is happy.

"I love you, doll. Won't let anything happen to you." Harry says. Louis freezes at that and pulls away. His eyes were red and glassy, tear stains on his rosy cheeks.

"Y-You love me?" He stutters, sniffling. Harry's breath catches in his throat when he realizes what he says. He ponders on his answer.

Does he love him?

He cares for him, yes. He feels absolutely blessed whenever he's around him. He wants to touch him, kiss him, hold him, whatever chance he gets. He wants to give him the world and more. He makes him happier than he's ever been in his entire life.

"Yes, princess. I love you." The small boy feels his chest tighten at the words. He lets out a small smile.

"I love you too. You're my home." Louis answers with a timid voice. He doesn't want this to end. He feels as if he's living a dream, a very vivid dream. He feels as if he's going to wake up, and he'll be back in the prison of his existence, back with the mean man and no Harry to love him.

He's afraid. He terribly afraid that he'll lose everything, so he wraps his arms tightly around Harry's neck and kisses him. He kisses him to forget. He kisses him to remember.

He kisses him to give love, feel love, and be in love.

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idk I was listening to Shameless by The Weeknd and it kinda went well with the end??

anywhore, y'all are cute and I apologize for the short chapter. The next one will be longer.