I'll See You Soon (Larry AU)

1975

Louis walks down the dark alleys.  His gray hood hides the sunken planes of his face.  His black Vans step through puddles, not caring if they get ruined because this will probably be the last time he wears them. Even though it's May, the chilly air of the night rests in his bones.  The bones that anyone can clearly see if Louis were to take off his jumper.  They would be even more prominent if he were to take off his shirt.  Louis pushes his hands deeper into his pockets as he gets closer to his destination.  He reaches the dumpster he is meant to be at and nods his head at the woman standing there, waiting for him.

"Hey, Lou." Eleanor says as she strolls away from the shadows and towards the skeletal man.  Louis nods his head, his trembling hands pulling down his hood to reveal his sunken cheeks and the purple bags resting beneath eyelashes.  "Is this the last time?" She asks quietly.  He nods again and meets her eyes.  She pulls a small bag out of her pocket.  She reaches it out for Louis to take and he does.  He pulls a wad of notes from his jeans and tries to give it to her, but Eleanor slaps it away. "On me. It was nice doing business with you, Lou. I'll miss you." She gives him a watery smile before turning around and walking into the black of night. "Bye, El."

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Louis gets back to his flat. He toes out of this shoes and sets them by the door. His socked feet drag across the carpet and to his small bathroom. The quiet snores coming from his bedroom assure him that he still has time. He locks the bathroom door behind him and goes to sit on the toilet lid. He pulls a small box from underneath the sink and takes out the things he needs. Taking the small bag out of his pocket, he opens it and pours it's content on the silver spoon. It takes his shaking hands a few times to coax a flame from his lighter, but he soon does and places the flickering heat under the spoon. He watches as the white powder turns to a brown liquid. When he's sure it's done, he fills a syringe with the liquid. He puts all of the stuff back in the box and leaves the syringe on the counter of the sink. He can't help but think that he just has a few more minutes. He just has a few more things he has to do and then he can go. He silently slinks into his room and find a piece of paper and a pen. He leaves the room and goes to sit at the kitchen table. He stares at the blank piece of paper for a few minutes before hunching over it and scribbling out all of his thoughts. All of his apologies. All of his goodbyes.

He folds the paper in half when he's finished and addresses it to the boy sleeping in his bed. He flicks off the lights in the kitchen and goes back to his bedroom. He strips off all of his clothes and climbs into the bed, straddling the sleeping boy. The boy groans and tries to push Louis off but he stays put. "Lou," he drawls "what're you doing?" Louis kisses his neck a few times before kissing his lips. "Want you, Haz. Want you to make love to me." He whines as he ruts against the sleepy eyed boy. Harry props himself up on his elbows to see the Louis' face clearly. He sees something in his eyes. Something he's never seen before. It makes him feel sad and that he should do whatever Louis requests because they don't have much time. But they do have time, he thinks. They have all the time in the world. Harry meets the older boy's lips and kisses him back fiercely. He flips them over and grounds down against him. "'M gonna take care of you, babe. Gonna make you feel so good. I love you so much. Wanna show you." He opens Louis up with his fingers as he whispers sweet nothings in his protruding hip bone. He watches as his digits slip in and out of the small boy, making him arch his back off the bed. Harry adds a third finger easily and scissors them, not wanting to hurt his precious boy in any way. When Louis is begging for him to get on with it, he covers his throbbing cock with lube and lines himself up with his puckered hole. He pushes in slowly, relishing in the heat surrounding him. He kisses everywhere on Louis' face when he bottoms out. The small boy wraps his legs around Harry's hips and winds his hands around his neck. "You can move." He says quietly. Harry nods and pulls out slowly, loving the way Louis' wall feel around his length. He pushes back in a big roughly, making them moan at the sound of skin slapping skin. He sets a rhythm as thrusts into his boyfriend, getting deeper each time. When he hits his prostate Louis clenches, letting him know that's the spot as moans loudly into Harry's neck. Harry nods and pulls out quickly before pounding back in to the boy, hitting the same spot. He does this repeatedly until they are both covered in sweat and Louis is practically screaming that he's 'so fucking close'. Harry lifts the feather light boy so that they are chest and thrust into him deeper than before, prodding at the bundle deep inside of him and making him cum over both of their chests. Harry continues thrusting, feeling the familiar coil deep in his stomach. Louis claws at his and sucks on his sweet spot, knowing it drives him crazy. "Cum for me baby. Fill me up." Those words drive Harry to the edge. His orgasm crashes down on him as his heat spurts into Louis. They both groan and Louis grinds his hips down. "Ugh, you fill me up so good, babe. So, so good.". Harry collapses on top of the older boy, breathing heavily. He pulls out, sadly, and grabs some tissues to clean them both up. He throws the soiled tissues in the bin before lying back down and pulling Louis to him. He stares at the way Louis' skin shines in the moonlight, not missing how sickly he looks. Sickly, yet beautiful. So goddamn beautiful. "I love you so much Louis." He whispers in the crook where his shoulder and neck meet. "I love you so much and there is no one else that I want. You're the only person I could ever possibly love." He whispers. Louis turns around in his hold so they are face to face. "I love you too, Harry. More than you can even imagine.". He connects their lips. They don't use tongue or anything, they don't need to, because, as Harry thinks, they have all the time in the world. Louis knows better though. He rests his head in his Harry's neck and waits for him to fall asleep.