Mine

Chapter 12

Harry's POV

When Louis told me he loved me in the water I never felt more sure he actually meant it. That time wasn't the first time he did but to me it was the first real true meaningful I love you to me. I love him more than he thinks or will ever know. I had no intention of falling for my boss but I did. I fell hard and uncontrollably for him.  He's the total opposite of me, he's attitude, his personality, definitely his style, and mostly his heart. Something tells me that something hurt him immensely something he's most likely been angry at himself for, for ages. We all have our demons I surely have some, I know he has some. As we ride back to the airport his hand held tightly around mine, I've never been sure enough that this weekend was our wake up call. Our wake up call for the both of us honestly. It made me realize I'm absolutely sure I want him and I'm sure I love him more than my own life. My mind has been on nothing but Louis this whole car ride back and it doesn't bother me because I love thinking of Louis trying to figure him out. You know those type of paintings that are mysterious? The ones with many colors mixed here and there some dark some bright some absolutely plain with the answers of the meanings. That's how Louis is he's a magnificent painting I can't figure out while the answer is screaming at me in my face begging to be figured out. He's a painting that is slowly gaining back his faded colors he once lost from being set in the wrong light for to long or the flash of cameras that ruin the real picture. I feel like I'm his artist who is slowly repairing my worn canvas. He's a worn canvas I must fix not by erasing artist never erase what they start they simply continue to work with it and that's what I'm doing I'm working with my canvas, my Louis..... 

"Haz you okay?" Louis interrupts. 

I blink from my daydream. 

"Oh yeah fine I was just thinking." I give him a smile. 

"What about?" 

"You of course." I squeeze his hand gently. 

He smiles softly. 

"What about me?" 

"That's precisely it just you I'm trying to figure out you are like a worn canvas that's been painted on but the colors have faded and I'm slowly trying to figure out exactly what it is by giving the painting its true colors back, you are my painting Lou my worn down painting I must repair." 

He smiles without a word and kisses my cheek. 

"I love you Haz." 

"I love you Lou." 

"Um sir we have arrived at your jet." the driver announces. 

"It's like a damned movie when the parts get good or something another character interrupts and ruins the moment or it goes on commercial." he complains getting out the car. 

I shake my head.  

"There's always the jet." I remind him and he smiles. 

"And lots of time." he chimes. 

I nod as we seat ourselves on the sofa in the jet. He wraps his arms around my chest as I put my back to his. He's been silent since we took off holding me closely to him. What's he thinking about? I have a pretty good idea. Maybe he's debating on telling me his whole life story, or maybe he wants to wait and let me figure out myself. Your mind is definitely a war zone sometimes. 

"Louis?" I shake him gently by moving my back against his chest. 

"Yeah?" 

"You okay you've been quiet since take off?" 

"I'm alright I uh was debating." 

I knew it. 

"About?"