Stockholm (Larry AU)

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

~~~

Louis was a very talented artist, unfortunately when you're given your father's entire wealth and life's work before he passes you're expected to accept it and follow in his footsteps, exactly what Louis was forced to do. He took responsibility over passion, but nevertheless continued his love for art. 

He knew he was exceptional when it came to expressing himself through his art, everyone knew he was exceptional. Harry did too; in fact it was one of Harry's main weaknesses. The drawing he received of himself only a couple days ago, he still treasured, it meant the world to him. It was so special to him because Louis seemed to put his care and love for Harry in a simple picture, and although simple, it too quite a lot of effort and he appreciated that Louis thought he was worth it. 

Both boys knew how much Harry adored Louis' art and both knew that he couldn't resist it, so when Louis showed him the gigantic mural he had seemed to make-do on the wall of his room, Harry's heart melted. He was in awe of the beautiful sight that was plastered before him. 

There were several pieces of that paper from Louis' notebook, all joined like a humongous puzzle, fitting together to hold a moment that he still held onto captured so flawless. Their first kiss, or Louis' interpretation of what it looked like from another person's point of view was drawn to perfection, and it made Harry's heart flutter. He felt like he could burst into tears from being so overwhelmed, in a good way. 

"I really am sorry, and I really hope this shows how sorry I am" Louis spoke from behind the curly haired boy, pointing at the work of art on the wall. "Harry I never meant to hurt you...when I left; I promised one day I would come back for you because I really really do like you. You're this beautiful, innocent boy and I don't know how I even came to love you but somewhere along the way I did, and it kills me to know that the person I love won't forgive me" Louis stuttered, his eyes watering. 

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing; he had heard it before but now that he took the time and patience to really listen to the words, it showed real sorrow in them. He could tell Louis really was upset that Harry hadn't forgiven him; he could tell that Louis truly, deeply was sorry. 

He honestly didn't know what to say, with the apology and the painting, he was too speechless. He took 2 long strides until the older lad was within arms reach and immediately wrapped his arms around him, as tight as he could. His eyes feel shut, his head snuggling itself in the crook of Louis' neck. Words couldn't describe how much he missed Louis' scent, the smell that seemed to completely take over and make Harry feel so comfortable. He missed that soft, golden skin against his skin too much, the feathery hair that he ran his finger through. He missed everything about Louis, and he couldn't tell how he had managed to even survive without it all for the couple days that he did. 

It took a while for Louis to comprehend what was going on, Harry was clinging onto him. His tall, lanky frame was cuddled into Louis, his curly hair tickling his neck, his back being torn apart from how tight Harry held him but they both knew it wasn't out of anger. "So am I forgiven?" Louis asked, a slight whine in his tone, hoping the answer was yes. And without lifting his head, Harry nodded, his light stubble scratching at the older boy's neck. Once the response was received, Louis's arms placed themselves around Harry's body as well, mirroring the way his lover held him. 

They both desperately stayed in each other's arms until one of them decided to pull away, the hug becoming tiresome on their legs. Without a word, Harry went over to the bed, and Louis knew to follow, both of them sitting right at the edge. "So you really do forgive me?" Louis asked worriedly, hoping this wasn't some cruel trick that Harry was using to get back at him. 

Harry didn't have a response for that; a simple 'yes' seemed too underdone compared to what Louis had planned. In an instant, Harry put his hand to Louis' face, and the next second planted his lips right on the other boy's. Their lips mingled so perfectly, all those feelings, those emotions coming back, that spark igniting once again. Louis' thin lips fitting right in with Harry's plump pink ones, the contrast of smooth and rough feeling heavenly. Their lips were moving in perfect sync with the other's. They both pulled back, the lack of air becoming a problem. 

"So you really love me?" Harry asked, his eyes not meeting with the blue ones that stared intently at him. A blush filled Louis' cheeks, not realizing that mid-rant he had spilled that much. Paranoia started taking over his body, thoughts running through his mind "It's been less than a week and I already told him I love him. He’ll think it's creepy". He thought about denying it, but he just couldn't tell anymore lies, especially if it meant risking what he had with Harry. 

"Yeah. I do love you" Louis stated, softly, but for some reason Harry wasn't convinced. Rich businessman falling for a poor boy, seemed too fairytale to be true. He didn't doubt that Louis had told the truth, that he did care for the green-eyed boy but he knew there was a difference between like and love and that probably hadn't been patched up yet.  

"Prove it" Harry asked shyly, not really thinking ahead of where something along the lines of what he said could get him. 

(A/N So this took a while to give to you guys. Sorry about that. ANd it's short I know. But atleast Larry is back together! Yay! Obviously next chapter is all smut and kind of sweet. It'll be up tomorrow if I can get atleast 8 votes and 4 comments by tomorrow. Also this is dedicated to @USPApolo because they always leave the sweetest comment. And yes dedcations still continue. Love you. VOTE. COMMENT. FOLLOW)