Sinister - Larry Stylinson

Part Eighteen

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If one was to look at Harry and Louis with an unbiased eye, they would see two bodies inhabited by one soul. They would see two people so infatuated with one another, it would be undeniable to say they were in love. Two people, who quite literally, live for one another.

Not a fairytale romance, or a childish infatuation mistaken for something more, but raw, and indescribable love. A love that surpasses all other emotion or need.

A love to mend everything that ever happened.

An understanding so impenetrable that all it takes is one glance to transmit an emotion that only the two will ever understand.

They live for one another now.

They are one another now.

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Louis jolts awake with a cold sweat clinging to his skin. He absently licks his lips as he squints his eyes at the dim, grey light flooding in from around the seams of the dark curtains.

A dream must've awoken him, he determines, and decides to leave it at that. He has no desire to seek further explanation.

It is like he has awoken to a blank mind, a neutral existence, where he seems to have no emotion or instant memory of what has happened.

That is until he rolls onto his side, and the breath instantly drains from his lungs with a sharp sigh. A loose smile gathers up the corners of his lips and he contently stares at his boy, sleeping soundly.

Louis has found himself watching him sleep a lot lately, finding it's the only time he gets to see utter peace in the boy. He lavishes the way his entire face is relaxed, loves the way his breathing is so slow and even. Real.

Memories hang in the back of his mind like loose strands dangling in a subtle wind. He is in no hurry to grasp everything this morning, he just wants to watch this boy he loves so dearly.

Idly, his subconscious melds into his lucid state and he remembers that today is a very crucial day.

A day that could change everything.

He tries to ignore the pain that comes to envelope his entire chest, but finds it rather difficult.

After everything they've been through, this is the last hoop.

Louis decides to gather all of the loose strands, and with it, remembers everything.

It's been a month since he was released from the hospital.

Today, May 26th, is the last hearing.

Today, his boy will be found either guilty or not of 10 heinous murders he did not commit.

Today, Miranda Sutherland and Joe Milward will stare directly at his boy with a burning rage and a smirk awaiting a verdict that may favor them.

Louis doesn't want today anymore, he wants to be suspended in a timeless world where only he and his boy can live undisturbed for however long they please.

"Harry," his voice whispers out hoarsely as he reaches to brush the boy's cheek with his thumb, "Harry, we've got to get ready." He tries so hard to cover up the tremor in his throat.

The boy awakes slowly with a deep breath, eyes barely squinting open with a sleepy grin on his lips. He reaches a hand up from under the sheets to cup over Louis' hand still on his cheek. "Morning," his low voice grinds out with another sigh. He rolls onto his back, dragging the man closer into his side, kissing the top of his head.

An ache grows in the back of Louis' throat as he tries to hold down the tears threatening to spill. Harry feels the man in his arms tense, and shrugs him closer, bringing a long finger under his chin to tilt his face up towards his.