Mad Hatter || l.s

my sweet

You could say that Harry was a really good persuader — or just really good with his hands since Louis can't seem to keep the certain image out of his head. The blue eyed boy has done everything to try and convince himself that the Mad Hatter is a bad person . . . well, no, not convince because he already knows that — but still. No matter what he does or what he looks at at, everything that pops in his minds has to be involving Harry somehow; oh, he loved this dress, this was his favorite flower, he sat on this part of my couch.

It was simply impossible to not think about such a beauty. But the other thing he had been thinking about was his former friend, Niall. He says former because it's clear that the blonde boy doesn't want to be his friend after everything that's happened, but quite frankly, Louis doesn't blame him. Louis blames himself. He blames himself for ever wanting to be friends with the Mad Hatter and he blames himself for staying with the Mad Hatter after all of the damage he's caused.

Louis doesn't know why he thought the man would be a nice person after all of the things he's heard about him. Even his mother warned him beforehand and he was still oblivious about the whole thing. However, even though Harry has this dark side to him, he's also the sweetest guy Louis has ever met. He stays in the forest with him and they can have a conversation about anything and everything — plus, he always compliments him and that makes him feel giddy inside. Harry Styles would be the death of him.

"Hello, sunshine." Harry smiles as he walks up to Louis, a dimple popping out and the younger boy had to resist the urge to poke the mini crater. They both agreed to meet up at their secret trail, it being really the only place they could hang out without Louis getting in serious trouble. Before the blue eyed boy could react, Harry sweeps him off the dirt ground and into his arms, causing him to gasp and giggle.

Louis bites his lower lip slightly and bops the mans large nose, "Hi, Mr. Harry, isn't it a lovely day?" Harry hums and grins in response, gently putting him back down and standing up straight, wincing when he hears multiple muscles crack as he does. He's been pretty stressed out lately, causing him to not get any sleep or just not sleep in a comfortable position.

"So, baby, what have you been up to?" Harry inquires as he takes Louis' hand in his and leads him over to a soft patch of grass where they could sit and not get their clothes dirty. He was loving the boy's outfit today; lilac jumper with a skirt to match, thigh high socks and little sneakers on his feet. It was different from all of the other things he wore but Louis could pull of any look.

The younger boy pouts at his question, just shrugging his shoulders and looking down at the grass as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Just when Harry was about to speak up and ask what was wrong, Louis decides to answer his question, "Well, I don't know. You see how my sister treats me and you would think that my mummy would punish her for that, but she never does. She just lets her say whatever she wants to say but when I talk back she always gets so defensive."

Harry doesn't know what to say. He really doesn't. Instead, he pulls Louis onto his lap and starts stroking his soft hair, heart beating faster when the boy sighs quietly and leans back for warmth. He feels so bad for his sweetheart — Louis should never ever get treated like this, and the fact that his own mother that claims to love him so much doesn't do anything about it? That's just sick.

"But," Louis starts again, tilting his head to the side and nuzzling his head into Harry's neck, "It's not like she hates me. At least, I don't think she hates me. She's the one who buys all my dresses and she's the one who puts makeup on me — I mean, if she hates me I don't think she would be so nice . . . maybe she's intimidated by Lottie." It sounds like Louis was trying to convince himself and not Harry.

Harry gently grabs at Louis' chin and makes him look up at him, the both of them staring for a while before the curly haired man leans forward and connects their lips. They moved in sync, almost as if they were one person. Harry tilted his head to the side and ran his hands up the back of Louis' thighs and gripped his bum, causing the boy to squeal in shock. Louis was now straddling Harry, his thighs on either side of his legs and his back arched as he kept up with the pace.

The Mad Hatter decides to bite down on the boy's lip, his tongue slipping in Louis' mouth when he gasps. Hands were gripping each other as if they were going to leave sometime soon. Tingles were running and up down their spines as they moved their lips feverishly. Louis' breath started to pick up, small puffs of air coming out of his nose because he didn't want to stop this moment by having to pull back and breathe through his mouth.

They kept their kiss sweet and smooth, not really the right mood to start making out and getting off on each other. After a while, Harry pulls away from the boy, shushing him when he whines at the loss of cherry tasting lips. "Beautiful, you are beautiful, my sweetheart." The man breathes out, gripping Louis' thigh. The blue eyed boy blushes at the compliment, hiding his face with his hands.

"How ironic is it that my sister really wants you to be her boyfriend but instead her brother got the Mad Hatter." Louis winks playfully, giggling and tilting his head as he grabs some of Harry's hair in his hands. He takes the handful of hair and brings it under Harry's chin, twisting it around so it makes it look like he has a beard. "Pretty, Harry, very very pretty Harry." he mumbles as he takes the hair and unravels it, putting it on his head and making a bun out of the hair.

Harry just smiles, admiring the boy who's captured his heart with just one sentence. It's kind of scary how hard and fast he's falling for Louis, considering he's never felt this way about anyone since his old boyfriend. There was just something about Louis that made him want more and more and more. He was this innocent person that didn't even know he could be a minx at some times. Louis always took his breath away for everything because he was simply stunning. The blue eyed boy was his world and he plans to keep it that way because . . .

Harry thinks he's falling in love with Louis.

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