It Will Rain (Larry Stylinson) {co-written with @Liz_Forever}

Chapter 4

Harry’s Point of View

Louis. Blue eyes. He was like a picture perfect human.

I knew that this war wasn’t getting any better, and this wasn’t the time to get distracted. However, I had my duty to protect Louis from the other prisoners by keeping him in my room and making sure no one hurt him.

This may sound a little selfish, but I wanted to be the only one to be able to touch him. Whether it was to hurt him, punish him, or move him, I wanted to be the only one to do that. I didn’t trust the other soldiers with him. From my perspective, I could tell he was a fragile soul.

It was another day in this wretched place that I woke up into. With the sun beating in through a crack in the blanket that I put up to block out the sun in the mornings, I got out of my cot and walked over towards Louis’ cot which he was chained to.

“Blue eyes, it’s time to get up.” I said in a hushed tone as I gently moved a few pieces of his hair out of his face. Our camp was supposed to shave their heads, but we felt like it was unnecessary, as well as how it would actually come in handy when moving them. It hurt like hell when people pull your hair with a great force.

“No mummy, ‘m tired.” A light chuckle erupted from inside of me before I leaned down close to his ear. I hated to do this, but it should do the trick.

“WAKE UP SOLDIER” I yelled in a firm voice, right into his ear. His hand quickly swung over, hitting me square in the face, before his body sprung up with wide eyes.

I felt tears prick my eyes from the slap I received. They say soldiers are tough, most are, but I’m not as tough. It was just something I never was good at being.

His face turned to me and morphed into regret when he saw a few tears had left my eyes.

“Oh god, are you okay?” It was obvious he was nervous.

“You just fucking slapped me in the face! Do you think I’d be okay?!” His body coward away from mine, he tried to get as far away from me as he could in his small little cot.

“I’m sorry.” His blue eyes showed innocence. His voice showed discomfort. His body showed a frightened boy. He wasn’t as tough as he was when he had gotten here, he changed.

I slowly sat down next to him on his cot.

“Louis…” I could feel his body shaking. “I didn’t mean to yell. I’m sorry. You just caught me by surprise.” My hand made its way up to his hair where it moved a few strands out of his eyes, making him smile a little which made me smile.

My hand quickly moved away when a loud banging came from the door, making us both jump a little.

“Styles, you’re wanted in the main headquarters.” Someone yells from outside the door. I can faintly hear the footsteps leaving before I turn to Louis and give him a faint smile before standing up and walking over to my wardrobe to pick out my new uniform for the day.

“Why are people so mean and demanding here?” I heard Louis say quietly under his breath before he started to play with his finger nails, trying to scrape out the dirt that had made its way under his nails.

“We’re all enemy’s. No one is nice to anyone. You can’t make friends here, especially at this camp.”

“Why haven’t they killed me yet? I’m weak.” Louis mumbled.

I turn around and walk back over to his cot where I move my hands up to his face, and move his face towards me so I could look into his eyes.

“They haven’t killed you because you are too precious. You’re fucking beautiful for Christ sakes; I wouldn’t let them place a hand on your precious body if I could.” I looked intensely into his magical blue eyes. The blush that rose to his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed, but it made me smile nonetheless.

Before I could register what I was doing, I was leaning in, eyes glancing down at Louis’ lips before going back up to his eyes. My lips lightly brushed his before I fully registered what I was doing and jumped up, scrambling back to my wardrobe where I quickly got dressed and nearly almost ran out of the room, breathing heavily.  

My pace quickened on my walk to the main headquarters where I walked into an office and sat down nervously. I always got nervous when I came into this office.

“Nice to see you again Styles.”

***

I walked back into my room, slamming the door shut with great force. A groan sounded as I reached my hands up to my curls and pulled them.

“Harry…?” A small voice sounded from a couple feet away from where I was stood. My gaze shifted over towards where it came from, and saw a small boy curled up on the cot by the wall. His eyes held the innocence of a little boy, a scared innocent little boy.

Unbuttoning my uniform, I through off my jacket and sat down next to the boy.

“Hi.” Memories from before flooded my mind making me look down in shame.

“Look at me.” Louis instructed as he sat up next to me. My head looked up and turned to meet his gaze. “What happened?”

“I filed a complaint a couple days ago about what happened to you, and today they called me in to talk about it. Nothing happened. There only response was how it wasn’t something to worry about. One less prisoner means one more prisoner we could capture.” A groan escapes my lips. “This is so fucking stupid. I was raised to be nice and not fight, but then when it comes to the real world and war it is okay? Bullshit!”

I felt a hand on my back rubbing it as I tried to get my breath under control. My gaze had moved to the floor, which made me have to shift it to Louis again.

Just looking into Louis’ eyes made me smile. It was like they held all my happiness, and joy.

“You had to of known that entering this would end up having you fighting and killing innocent lives. Some do deserve to die, like me, but some don’t, and you put yourself in that place when enrolling,” His voice informed me. “I don’t get why you are being so protective over me. I’m just a homosexual nobody.”

“But you’re my nobody. You’re mine to take care of, and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“Why, why would you ever want to save a life like mine?” Louis’ voice held a confused soul.

“Because you make me strong."