You Make My Heart Race • l.s

Epilogue

"Louis, come help get these boxes in order. I can't do everything," the man grunted.

"But doctor, I'm terribly injured. I'm afraid picking up a box might just be too heavy for my heart to handle," Louis responded cheekily. Harry just rolled his eyes, before picking up the extra box and adding it to the pile of other decently large boxes.

"You're a sore loser you know?" he couldn't help but smile a bit. Louis looked back at him, a grin on his face as he walked happily over to the door of their new home. After a a year and a half, the two had put their funds together to purchase a small, yet nice two bedroom apartment close to their families and work.

"We can do anything if we work together Haz," Louis kissed up to him again.

Harry laughed, pushing Louis further into the flat, "Move, Lou, I have to slave these boxes inside and it's hard to when your bum's in the way."

Louis smirked, glancing at his bum and then back up to Harry, "It's not that big."

"I beg to differ," Harry tsk's, pushing himself past Louis and placing the boxes down beside the couch. When he did Louis was hugging him from behind, arms wrapped around his waist and head snuggled warmly in the back of the mans neck.

"I can't believe it's finally happening," he whispered, jumping up a bit to get on his back.

Harry melted into the mans touch. He could never get over how gentle Louis was with him. He couldn't ever get over how hard he's fallen for louis or how lucky he was to have someone as wonderful as him in his life.

As his and his only.

"Harry... it's your mum!" a shout was heard from behind the door.

Harry chuckled, pulling himself away from Louis. However instead Louis kept their hands together and followed him to the door. He was the type of guy who's been nothing but possessive over Harry since day one of their relationship. And why would he complain when he has Louis?

"Hey mum," Harry smiles and let's her in, "welcome to our humble home," he chuckled, gesturing to the empty flat.

Anne had a happy expression on her face the whole way in, "Oh, you've grown up so much," she pulled him into a hug, "you've found someone so great for you. You have a beautiful place and a beautiful young man to share it with."

"Aw, Anne, don't get me blushing." Louis laughed and squeezed her hand.

"I just-" she paused, "I just can't believe it. It feels like yesterday I was kissing you goodnight and changing your diapers . . . now I'm helping you unpack into your own home."

"Well, you're always free to visit," Louis assured.

Harry nodded in agreement, "Of course mum, always."

~

After what seemed like hours upon hours of unpacking, surprisingly almost all of the boxes were put away. Louis and Harrys home finally felt like it was a home. Scattered on the walls, were framed pictures of them in their growing relationship, their families. The tan sofa neatly decorated the living room, and in front of that was their small flatscreen tv and entertainment system.

The kitchen was just as neat. The fridge was empty and it took multiple kisses to convince Louis not to go to the grocery store and buy more food for the two; and that Harry promised to take care of.

Aside from the bathroom and guest bedroom, there was Harry and Louis' bedroom. After Anne had left, Louis couldn't resist a well earned snog from the boyfriend he could now claim he lived with. Harry was standing up, neatly placing one of the last pictures of the two on the nightstand and smiled in complete admiration. When Louis entered the bedroom, he walked over to Harry and hugged him from behind, his arms wrapping delicately around his waist.

"Hi love."

Louis smiled, his fingers holding onto his shirt, "We finally have a house of our own, Harr."

"Thank god. It's boring living alone," Harry joked. Louis leaned up and kissed Harry's jaw, then his lips.

Harry let his free hand grab at Louis' waist to pull him closer, and didn't object when Louis tilted his head and pushed his tongue into his mouth. Harry let go of his collar and slid his hand to the back of his neck.

Louis pulled away, breathing hard. Harry could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Louis expected him to want to finish unpacking, but instead he attached their lips again.

Harry's hands kept squeezing Louis' sides, and he kept dipping his head and forcing their lips harder together. They kissed roughly, Harry pulling Louis to him when he ventures away a bit.

Harry moved forward, gently pushing Louis to the wall. Every kiss was as electrocuting as the first, in the hospital bed when Louis wasn't even assured he would live. The one that Louis put so much emotion into.

"God, I love you," Harry mumbled, tugging on Louis' lip, rubbing their tongues together, "so sexy," he smirked.

Louis smiled against his lips, then drug his own down Harry's jaw and neck, "I love you," he slid his hands under Harry's shirt, tilting his head while they kiss. Harry's fingers drug up and down the dip of Louis' back, his soft hips, and waist. Then he moved them down Harry's sides to the back of his thighs. He bent down a bit, and then picked the boy up with ease. Louis squealed and laughed, then circled his legs around his waist and pressed his chest to Harry's. He wrapped his arms around his neck and rested his head on his boyfriends shoulder.

"Aw, c'mon, we're havin a snog, get back in the groove!" Harry exclaimed before dropping Louis down onto the mattress.

Louis grinned up at him, and god, he couldn't believe that Harry was his, "C'mere," he mumbled. Harry cocked his head, his expression turning soft. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Louis, who reached up to curl his fingers around his curls. "I hope you know how grateful I am for you," his voice came out almost like a whisper. Harry smiled gently, lying down on his side against Louis, who turned to face him. "And your stubbornness," he chuckled.

His words made Harry grin. He cupped Louis' face, kissing him straight on. It was chaste, but it had meaning, love, and assurance in it. And that's all that Louis needed.

He felt overwhelmed. He could feel the tears behind his eyes, and kissed Harry with more affection, bringing his one hand up to hold his jaw. "You saved my life," he murmured against Harry's lips, thumbing at his cheek.

Harry pursed his lips, letting out a wet laugh, causing Louis to turn over and hug him tight. And he knows. He knows that technically he saved Louis by getting him that heart, but it's never real to him until Louis says it, no matter if he's said it before. When he hears that from Louis it's as if he's making it real. The realization, and the emotion that they went through, even with Harry just being his doctor. Louis' words always seem to make his heart beat faster.

Because from the start, it wasn't just Louis' heart who was racing.

fin.