Wicked || larry

17. I won't say I'm in love

"So in class today we were all discussing this event we have annually, right?" Louis talks. Harry is checking the list he made of things he'll need for his poison and antidote. Some things he already has so he doesn't need them on the list.

"Yeah," he answers, distracted from reading some of the things. Where is he supposed to find purple fish scales? And a snakes tongue? And he needs a drop of pure blood.

"... You'll go with me right?" Louis cuts through his thoughts and he drags his eyes from his own writing and blinks up at him.

"Go where?" He asks in confusion and Louis just sinks to the floor with a pout on his face.

"Never mind. It was stupid anyways. What are you reading?" He asks but Harry puts the list to the side and grabs Louis' small hand and pulls him close so the boy is seated between his legs. They're sitting just inside the woods, Harry's butt on a stump.

"No what was it, Sparkles? I'm sorry I wasn't listening," Harry apologizes. Louis looks down to hide his face and he gently plays with Harry's fingers as he opens his mouth to speak.

"We have this dance every year. Everyone in the kingdom is invited and we all get dressed up to go and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me? Maybe be my date? If you want! You don't have to!" Louis quickly says, blushing as always. Harry smiles as he leans forward to kiss his lips and Louis relaxes at the gesture.

"Yeah I'll go with you," Harry grins and small sparkles fall onto his nose as Louis moves in closer to him.

"Okay. I've never had someone to go with before so this is exciting," Louis tells him and Harry just keeps holding him close.

"18 years and you've never had a date to the dance?" Harry teases and Louis rolls his eyes.

"I've been asked of course but none of them got the privilege to go with me," he explains and Harry laughs, his eyes showing pure fond.

"Of course. Silly me for thinking otherwise," Harry chuckles and Louis giggles as he leans in again to peck his lips.

"So what are you reading?" He asks again and Harry tries to keep his body relaxed so Louis doesn't get suspicious.

"I was at the library the other day and I found this book... And it had potions and spells in it. There was one to bring back memories so I want to try it," Harry lies. His words come out slow and he cringes at how obvious the lie is. Louis even looks suspicious but the young boy doesn't call him out.

"We're not allowed to do spells," Louis whispers and Harry frowns.

"Why not?" He asks seriously and Louis shrugs.

"Too much power for us but if you want to try it I can help you? Not to make it because I'll get in a lot of trouble but I can help you find the things you need," Louis offers. Harry feels guilt pour into him because now he's dragging Louis into a potential murder and that's not okay.

He jumps when Louis grabs the list from beside him and he tries to grab it back but Louis floats way up and smiles at him, lying in his back as he reads it out loud.

"3 purple fish scales, a snakes tongue, a birds feather, water from the magic well and the blood of someone pure of heart... How are you supposed to drink that?" Louis questions and Harry shrugs.

"Magic I guess," he mutters. Louis just looks down at him, concern filling his face.

"I was told that any spell involving blood means it's bad. I don't think you should drink this," Louis tells him seriously. Harry just shakes his head and gestures for Louis to come back down. Louis just lazily floats until he's on his feet in front of Harry.

"I have to. I want to remember," Harry tells him and Louis looks down at the list.

"But what if you remember and you want to leave? Or if it's bad? What if this doesn't work and you get sick?" Louis asks, tears in his eyes. Harry shakes his head and squats down so he can wipe the tears on Louis' cheek and kiss his forehead.

"Don't cry, Sparkles. Please don't cry. I told you I won't leave and if it's bad then at least I'll know," Harry explains and Louis wraps his arms around his waist and buries his head in his shirt.

"And what if you get sick?" He wonders and Harry swallows and shakes his head.

"I'm tough, I'll figure it out. Will you still help me?" Harry asks. Louis sniffles and nods his head.

"I guess I can do that but you have to do something for me too then," Louis tells him and Harry tilts his head. "You have to come to my family dinner next week to meet my mother and father."

Harry can feel his face go pale and his mouth go dry. He just looks at the small boy and he's looking up at him with his big, blue eyes and Harry just sighs.

"Okay... You're so lucky your cute," Harry grumbles and Louis sparkles as he hovers up and kisses the boy.

Harry just wraps his arms around him as Louis' legs circle his waist. The two boys are better at kissing now and Louis opens his mouth to let Harry's tongue enter. Harry just pushes them against a tree, his hand slipping down at hold Louis by his butt. Louis' fingers are in his hair and sparkles dance around which is funny because Harry feels like his insides are exploding in sparkles every time he even touches Louis.

"Do you really like me or is this pretend?" Louis pulls away quickly and Harry is taken aback by the sudden change. He was quite content to just keep kissing him.

"What?" He asks in confusion and Louis swallows thickly and his fingers twist in Harry's curls.

"My friends told me that you're probably pretending to like me and I don't think so but I want to make sure. I guess you wouldn't tell me anyways but it'd be nice if you did," Louis quickly admits and Harry can feel anger form in the pit of his stomach.

"Never listen to your friends. If I didn't like you I'd treat you like I treat them but I don't because you just-" Harry stops and Louis tilts his head. "You just make me feel different. Better. You're special to me and your friends are trying to keep us apart. We're not meant to be apart," Harry admits, resting his head against Louis' and closing his eyes.

"So you do like me? Because I really, really, really like you," Louis says and Harry smiles at how cute and innocent and just pure Louis is. Harry never wants to let anything bad happen to him. He wants to protect him from the world and keep him safe and happy.

"Yes. I really, really, really like you too. Don't listen to your friends," Harry tells him and Louis nods and leans in to kiss his lips softly.

"Now that we talked about that we can kiss again," Louis mutters and Harry buries his head in Louis' neck to stifle his laughter, leaving a small kiss on the sensitive skin.

And he's slightly terrified because he thinks he may feel more than just like for the boy.