Stockholm (Larry AU)

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

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Louis sat at the foot of the door, lifeless and limp, using any energy he had to sit up instead of collapsing on the floor. The boy was all cried out, tears stained his cheeks, his eyes red, staring at the door as if Harry would walk through there and hold him in his arms any second. But he knew that wouldn't happen. 

Derek had come in a couple times, to give Louis some food that was not nearly as good as what Harry used to cook for him. He came in to check up on Louis, threaten him a couple times to give the money but after being frustrated with a silent boy he left. 

He had come in time and time again when Louis was crying, telling him to shut up as he was causing complaints from the neighbours. But the poor boy couldn't help it. He had lost the love of his life, how was he expected to just accept it without any resistance and move on. He lost Harry and he was very upset about it, that's the only way he could show it.   

Louis didn't know what to do. He had to get back to Harry but how was he supposed to sneak out of the room. From the old captivity it wasn't hard, seduce Harry for the key and just plain walk out. But Louis could not even try that on Derek. First, Derek wasn't the type to cater to the rich man's every whim; he couldn't be forced to stay in the room until Louis was able to scam him. And he wouldn't feel right about doing it with him. 

Of course it didn't feel good doing it with Harry either, it killed him to know that he was hurting an innocent boy. He remembers the guilt he felt in that dingy motel room. But with Derek, sparing his feelings was out of the question. To do something like that with him, was like giving something intimate like his love and affection that belonged to Harry to the scum of the earth. He couldn't do it.

His eyes finally flickered off of the mirror they had been gazing at for God knows how long, to look around the room for something to help his escape. However the room was empty, unless he was going to use the one furniture piece, the bed, to break the door open. Which he obviously couldn't.

The only other thing in the room was a window, a small one, on the side wall. Running up to it, and pulling the curtains off, Louis looked out of it. The height he was at startled him. It seemed like he was a good 4 floors above the ground, with no fire escape either.

Frankly he was getting quite frustrated and tired from this. He didn't want to be here. He needed a way to escape but it all seemed out of his hands. He couldn't change the position he was in at the moment. He couldn't get out of it either.

Just when he thought he was all cried out, a few tears made their way down his cheeks. The thought of possibly withering away in this cold white room, without ever seeing Harry again, truly hurt him. He didn't want that, but he knew it wasn't a completely irrational possibility. He dived head first into the small bed, his cries getting louder as he buried his head in the pillow.

His cries got quieter after a while, his breathing slowing down to its normal rate. Stained tears were left on his cheeks as he drifted off to sleep. However his little rest that made his forget everything only lasted for a couple hours.

Louis had always been a light sleeper, so when he heard the rustling in the room, he was up and out of bed. Due to the darkness in the room, which he assumed to be because he had slept through the afternoon, he couldn't see the tall shadowy figure by the window. A slight panic crept into his system as he silently tried to walk towards the light switch, trying to not grasp attention of the person still managing in through the window.

Tiptoeing to the switch, he flicked it on. Instantly his eyes had to shut, to get used to the lighting change. Once he was more comfortable his eyes fluttered open, still a bit hazy though. First thing he did was look at the stranger by the window. The person looked familiar, curly hair, green eyes, tall figure, with his arms open. It looked like Harry, but Louis wasn't ready to believe it. Harry couldn't possibly be in his room. Pushing it aside as some hallucination, he crawled back to the bed, and was just about to lie down when he heard the figure whisper something. "Louis"

That dark, husky voice snapped him right into his senses. And before he knew it, he had run up into Harry's arms, getting lifted off the ground and up into a tight hug. "It's really you?" Louis asked hesitantly. Harry just responded with a chuckle and a nod that Louis felt on his neck that cradled Harry’s head. "Harry!" Louis shouted again, but his mouth was covered before Derek could hear. The younger boy removed his hand off of his lover's lips, replacing it with his own pair of plump lips.

The kiss was hungry, and greedy. They had been without it for longer than either of them wanted, and now all they wanted was each other. It didn't last too long though, as Louis pulled away, gasping for air. Pulling out of his arms he grabbed Harry's hand, dragging him to the bed. Laying down on it, he pulled the taller boy beside him. 

"How did you find me?" Louis asked, looking up into those jade eyes he missed so much. 

"The lady at the reception desk can not keep her mouth shut!" Harry chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, and evoke that smile out of Louis that just seemed to light up his world. "I search your name up, and that lady has pictures of you being brought in, and really excited tweets and all". Both boys laughed at this. 

Louis never considered himself a socialite, even though the rest of the world did. He never found anything benefitting from people constantly taking his pictures, until now. 

"How did you get in though?" The blue eyed boy asked, filled with curiosity. 

"Through the window" 

"That's so high though! You could've died!" Louis panicked, grabbing Harry's face in his hands. 

"But I didn't. And trust me, you'd be worth it" He answered connecting their lips once again. With all the limbs and bodies, crammed onto the too-big-for-two-people bed, Harry rolled up on top of Louis, keeping their lips still connected. 

Harry's hands started to wander, him wanting to be as close as possible to Louis, with nothing being in the way. It wasn't anything lustful or a desire or anything, it was just for his sake. Louis was very surprised by this, his usual shy Harry seemed to have dispersed.

But Louis wasn't conservative either, his palms, traveling from Harry's cheeks, down his body, resting on the small of his back. His fingers going under the fabric of the shirt repeatedly. Harry understanding the hint lifted his upper body and quickly removing his shirt, as well as Louis'. 

Their lips connected once again, blindly moving their hands to strip the other of his bottoms as well. It didn't take long until the two boys lay, nude, lazily kissing each other. Their kisses were soft but filled with all the love they had for each other. Their lips met briefly each time but it seemed to send a shock through both bodies instantaneously. Both of them were so content with their position. Lying in their lover's arms as close as purely possible. 

This wasn't lustful or greedy or in any way sensual, it was pure love. Nothing sexual, because they didn't need that to show they loved each other. They could show it just by how their eyes always glimmered around the other, how their smiles were always bigger, how they craved each other. They didn't need something physical to show their love because what they had in their heart was truly far more powerful. 

Reluctantly Harry pulled back, "I love you" He whispered. 

"I love you" His lover replied, never too keen on the 'too' that people put at the end of the phrase. 

"You know I will always find you. No matter where you go. I'll find you"

"Promise?" Louis asked quietly, although he already knew the answer already. 

"I promise"

(A/N That was so cheesy. I know. But I love all the romantic, cheesy, cute stuff. Anyways, I don’t have much to say just that 14 votes and 5 comments for the next chapter. VOTE COMMENT FOLLOW. Also Follow my new twitter @HausOfStylinson)