Edge of Seventeen Larry AU

Wanna Be Adored.

A/n: Okay, it wasn't supposed to take this long, I was gonna update last week but y draft got deleted(?) 

So I had to re-write it and well. I'm going to Uni next semester, I'm trying very hard to finish my senior year with excellent notes, aaaand, since the year is almost over, there have been too much partying every Friday. I apologize.

Enjoy.

Louis freezes, Harry stands there for a few seconds before reaching out to grab Louis and hold him. Louis sobs, he feels desperate, anxious. He cries because he feels lke no one understands. 

And then, there's Harry.

Harry fills every thought, every breathe, every blink. Everything about Louis. 

And he feels safe. 

Louis can't really tell, he feels relieved, and yet, at the same time mad, hysterical. The bubble in his chest is still there. The thing is that he doesn't want to feel this way about Harry, but Harry makes him feel like home for the very first time in his whole life.

Yeah, Louis gives in, relaxes every muscle and leans into Harry, wraps his arms around Harry tightly, so tight he fears Harry might disappear.

His tears soak Harry shirt, but no that that actually matters.

Eventually they have to pull apart. Louis' eyes are red and puffy, his head hurts.

"You should put you pijamas on and go to bed, Lou". Harry says slowly, and looks at Louis' tenderly, pulling him very lightly by the wrist out of the bathroom. 

Louis keeps quiet and lets Harry lead him to his bed.

"I'm sorry about all of-" Louis starts to say, but Harry doesn't let him finish. He doesn't want Louis to start apologizing, having second thoughts. He just wants a happy Lou. 

Somehow Louis finds himself lying on top of Harry, the green eyed caressing the skin on his shoulders, drawing invisible patterns. They are looking at eachother, and at anything in particular at the same time. Both of them quiet, but there's something in the air that lets Louis breathe calmly.

"Harry." Louis whispers.

"Lou." Harry smiles tenderly and whispers back.

"You- we should really go back to the party before everyone notices." Louis looks directly at him through his long eye-lashes, something that Harry secretly loves. But none of them move. Now they are actually making eye contact. Louis licks his lips, something he naturally does,and also another thing that drives Harry crazy.

After a minute, Harry and Louis are kissing, Louis starts to cry again, he can't believe how different this boy makes him feel. He feels like he's seventeen again...

The way they kiss is desperate, but no filled with lust, there tenderness and filled with so much love. Harry notices Louis crying again, he kinda wants to cry too, but when Louis doesn't pull back and only kisses him harder he sort of gets what's going on.

Louis is fragile.

He hides under that sassy attitude and sensual looks. Only that he doesn't know, Louis is not fully aware, so he acts so naive, most likely innocently.