No Control

If I Could Fly

Here we go! Notice it didn't take me five years to update lol

Chapter 53:

LOUIS

I woke up early in the morning, too early for any light to be shining through the curtains. I decided to stay up because I didn't want true morning to come. Because then I would have to say goodbye to my world. The beautiful boy sleeping next to me- peacefully laying there, not worry on his face, a messy, lovely tassle of hair scattered across his pillow, the warmth of his body beside mine- everything I ever wanted at my finger tips, but soon it would all ghost away, and I wasn't ready for that to happen.

I smiled down at him as he mumbled something in his sleep, tracing my figers through his hair, my other hand grabbing his on my chest, not being able to hold back a big, cheesy smile at the ring that claimed him as mine. It was everything I have ever wanted for a while now, and I finally had it all. It just sucked that once I had it all it would be taken away. Not for good though, and that's what kept me going. Harry kept me going.

My eyes trailed over his face as he slept, wanting to remember every single detail because I don't know the next time I'll get to lay by his side. And he was absolutely stunning. He may think his skin is too pale to love, but all I see is porcelain beauty- loving the small mark by his lips, the way his eyelids were delicately closed, eyelashes painting his cheekbones with a shadow, knowing they his fierce and beautiful green eyes underneath. I found myself fond of the small breaths that escaped his lips, his breathing being the only reason for my own. I was deeply in love, and I didn't care who knew anymore because Harry was perfection.

I use to always think about love- whether I'd even have it or if my life will forever be held back by my past and my actions. I use to think about my perfect partner, and the truth is that my imagined soulmate was nothing like Harry. Where they were rugged, he was sweet. Where they were edgy, he was loving. Where they were rough, he was caring. He was better than anyone I could ever imagine, and I never wanted to change him or lose him. He was gentle, passionate, selfless, stunning, and had a big heart made of nothing but gold.

I looked over at the clock, seeing it was almost three. Harry would be leaving in four hours, getting up in about three. I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready to say goodbye to the one good thing I have in my life, but I would be strong for him because I know he would be strong for me. I didn't want to see him cry, but I knew it was a big possibility. He was leaving everything he knew, and it hurt me to know he would be alone. He deserved to always be in someone's arms, but I only wanted that person to be me.

But I knew Harry was beautiful. I knew that anyone would be lucky to hold him- anyone would want him. I could tell that even as we walked down the streets or went out somewhere that people looked at him with envious eyes, wishing he was theirs, wishing they could look as lovely as my love is. But nobody could. No one could compare to his beauty because he didn't even try. He didn't attempt to make himself look acceptable for anyone but himself, and it frustrates me that he doesn't see the angelic glow he holds.

He shifted a bit, opening his eyes for a bit. "Louis? What time is it?" He mumbled sleepily, yawning a bit, making me smile down at him. He was just lovely and everything he did was magnificent to me.

"Not time to get up yet. Go back to sleep, love." I whispered, rubbing his arm with my hand, enjoying the soft and warm feeling of his skin underneath my fingertips.

"I don't want tomorrow to come." He admitted in a small voice, breaking my heart a bit.

I held him tighter, taking his hand in mine and squeezing it. "I know." I said, letting silence take over for a while, so much love and dread filling the spaces of the silence. "But we'll be okay. I promise we will. As long as we love each other, and I am deeply in love with you." I whispered, Harry shifting to look up at me with a sleepy smile on his lips.