When Blue Eyes Met Green - Larry Stylinson [AU]

chapter 8.

I AM A LIL SHIT. I really want to have an updating schedule because I've been writing this story whenever I please and that isn't fair to the people that await on these slow updates :I

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louis thinks that maybe waking up to cold bed sheets is probably the worst feeling in the world. the pillow besides his has a dent in it reminding him of the boy that once laid beside him. he fists his pillow in his hand, sitting up on his bed and turning his head towards the clock on the wall.

9am.

louis almost feels like laughing at himself. the whole harry leaving early in the morning after they had made out on his bed just reminded him of how cheap the situation might seem to someone.

but it wasn't cheap, not at all. far from it, really.

the situation was bittersweet, a combination of lust, curiosity and innocence. louis had no idea what he was doing, just doing what felt right and what made harry keen against his skin.

just the memory of hearing harry panting, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth and eyes drawn shut, the moonlight slipping through his window a nice contrast on harry's pale face brings shivers up louis' spine.

harry's so fucking beautiful. just everything about him makes louis want to crawl into his brain and rearrange everything in it in order for him to notice how much he's actually worth.

it breaks louis' heart knowing that harry thinks so low of himself when every time louis looks at him he sees actual perfection. even with cuts, scars and burns harry is everything resembling beauty. with eyes greener than spring and round lips that feel like home pressed against his.

louis never thought this could happen to him. he never searched for anyone to love, certainly didn't think he would find someone in this dull town. this was purely an act of serendipity.

it didn't surprise him it happened this fast, there's no set time in which you fall for someone.

you meet them and it all travels from there. and louis isn't exactly sure which direction he and harry went that lead to this.

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When he finally heard from Harry it was in the afternoon. Charles had knocked stiffly on his door three times stating that "your friend is back, he's waiting outside."

Louis bolted from his bed, toeing on some shoes then he opened his door swiftly and bounded down the stairs.

Charles had been staging beside the front door and opened it for him, his thin lips stretching into a tight smile.

There stood Harry, his curls messed up, wearing the same clothes from last night.

He looked tired.

Louis heard the door behind him close softly. Harry stood there awkwardly, shoulders slumped, his back hunched and pale, lanky hands in his pockets.

"Harry," Louis says. The boy perks up and Louis can see just how tired his eyes look. Deep, purple bags frame his eyes, making them look barely alive. The green is dull and nothing compared to the gems that light up whenever louis tells a stupid joke or does something remotely silly.

Harry licks his pink lips with a pinker tongue. "Lou, I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have left like that."

Louis thinks back at this morning. How he had woken up with wrinkly sheets next to him. A reminder of who used to be there. Harry's scent still lingered on the fabric, the smell of his shampoo stayed on the pillow next to his.