When Blue Eyes Met Green - Larry Stylinson [AU]

chapter 5.

a/n: i'm a little shit, i know. this chapter took forever and i don't have an excuse this time. i'm sorry!

just a trigger warning, this chapter talks a bit about harry and his self harm, if you think you will be triggered by this, please don't read (every chapter is crucial to the story but i care about you guys more)

enjoy!

it's been a week since the day in the field and louis and harry have been going back there every day after their sessions. they talk about everything and nothing, they speak as if they've known each other their whole lives. each syllable pronounce has been kept a safe secret between them and the hundreds of flowers that erupt from the ground.

today they're both sitting down on top of some purple flowers that neither of them know the name of, but they're beautiful and their smell will stick to harry later and that's all louis really cares about.

"i reckon your mum probably thinks i've kidnapped you," louis chuckles. "does she even know you're here?"

"yeah," harry says, his cheeks tinted a dusty red for no apparent reason at all. "i t-told her where i would be i-if i didn't come home right after; she doesn't really pick me up now a days," he shrugs carelessly but there's a frown tugging down his red lips and that worries louis.

"she only p-picked me up that day we first talked b-because of what h-happened earlier," he seems to be finished but louis knows there's still some things he wishes to get off his chest so he gives him a half nod to let him know that he's there; he's listening; he can go on.

harry heaves a long sigh before continuing. "she t-thought i might do something... stupid," a humourless laugh leaves past his lips, the sound bitter and distasteful coming off his tongue.

louis feels his stomach clench, there's something clogging up his throat that keeps the words he wants to say from coming out.

there's a pregnant pause before harry clears his throat.

"at least that's what she told me in the car." he shrugs, again.

louis plucks a flower from beside him and throws it at harry's chest lightly, a faint smile tugs on lips as he picks it up by it's stem and nuzzles it into his nose, inhaling the sweet, flowery smell into his nostrils. his eyes are closed, milky lids out on display and dark, thick lashes resting upon his cheek bones.

harry opens his eyes slowly, his eyes darting up and looking at louis shyly before a grin splits his face in half from behind the pastel petals of the flower he's still holding.

"what?" louis asks, amusement evident in the tone of his voice.

"nothing,"

"tell me,"

"nope,"

"harry," he whines.

"it's just," he sighs happily. "i f-feel... different. you make me feel different."

louis crawls towards harry, sitting down finally when their knees are pressed against each other. "well, i hope that's a good thing."

"it- it is." harry mumbles, but there's still a crooked smile from earlier that stretches his impossibly red lips.

"i'm glad." and louis is, he really is.

seconds drag on after that, but the silence isn't awkward; it's comfortable. relaxing, even.

harry is ripping a couple of flowers from it's roots and picking its petals off, sneaking glances at louis a couple of times when he thinks he's not looking. louis notices, though, and he smiles to himself every time.