The True Meaning of Love- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 22

A/N: WELL HERE WE ARE! THE FINAL CHAPTER! The Epilogue will be updated shortly after because I'll be a happy chappy when I publish this chapter. This is it, Larry have gone through all the bullshit and are now going on their first public date :D

I put a song on the side which I think captures the moment. It truly is an amazing song and sang by an amazing singer: Gabrielle Aplin. SO please enjoy.

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Harry's POV:

After Niall was released Louis took my back home so I can prepare for our first public date, he however said that he had to organise a few things for tonight. He is seriously the best boyfriend one can ask for. I don't know what to wear though? Does he want me to dress smart or casual? I scratched my head deciding what to do. I opened my wardrobe and scanned over my clothes looking for something worth wearing. I pulled out a plain white shirt, black skinny jeans and a black blazer. I put on my attire and looked at myself in the mirror, evaluating my looks. Not too smart and not too casual, I looked somewhere in the middle and I looked good. I ruffled my hair to give it that 'I don't care' look.

It's now been over an hour since Louis left and it was nearing 4PM in the afternoon. What could he be doing? Waiting this long is making me bored, so I turned on the TV and did some channel surfing. I came across a news channel and to my shock, Eleanor was the headlines. She was being described as a "Psychotic Woman who has fallen under the spell of love" which I thought was sort of true and I felt bad for her. Not too bad because she murdered the only person that means a lot to Louis. I just wish there was some way I could show Louis that I'm not leaving his side, not until the day we die... together.

It was now 5PM and there was no sign of Louis, My hands played around my phone, should I call him? Or will he get upset? Eugh!! Boys are so confusing! I shoved my face in my palms and let out a loud sigh when all of a sudden my phone buzzed, indicating I had received a text. I quickly grabbed my phone and read the contents of the text:

"Pick you up at 6! Miss you lots Hazza! xxxxxxx" 

A grin made it's way to my face as I read it. I looked at the clock and it was 5:15 I better make myself presentable. I ran to the bathroom and opened the cupboard. I pulled out a bottle of cologne and sprayed it twice on my neck and once on my wrist, dabbing them together after wards. I placed the cologne back and put on a pair of white converse just as the clock read 5:45. My heart began beating at incredible speeds. Will he find my look sexy? GOD! Will he think I'm trying to hard? DO I LOOK DESPERATE? My head began pounding as I began asking myself questions, pathetic and stupid questions may I add.

Just like he said at the strike of 6 I heard a car pull over just infront of his appartment complex. I looked out the window to find Louis waiting by his car, a rose in his hand. He himself also wore a blazer, black trousers which were rolled up by the ankles and a shirt that bore the words "Love is Equal" which I took as a reference to us being a same-sex couple. I smelled myself for the final time before opening the door and made my way to him. Acting casual of course when secretly there were butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

Louis' POV:

There he is, looking as gorgeous as ever, my boyfriend. I hope everything goes to plan and nothing suddenly backfires on me. I was planning to take him to a fancy restaurant downtown where I've booked seats outside on the porch. It was a lovely evening and the forecast told us that there would be no clouds meaning the stars will be guiding us from above, dancing, being carefree and shining so bright, like Harry, He is my star and just like them, I want our love to be carefree, romantic and I want it to last forever.