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

Chapter 6

 Harry's POV

As I woke up I realized my arms were around another body, making me snuggle into it, only to have the body turn over.

“Well, are you just that tired, or do you just like sleeping with me?” The figure said in a joking like tone. My eyes open and look up, only to be met with the most beautiful blue eyes that I’ve grown to love.

“It’s a little bit of both,” I shrugged a little, keeping my gaze on the boy’s eyes. “Your eyes are absolutely beautiful.” A light blush rises to the figures cheeks as he looks down.

“No they aren’t.” He mumbles.

“Louis, yes they are. They just don’t hold the shimmering sparkle anymore, I wish I could bring that back.” My frown is clearly shown as I look down a bit. It was my entire fault that his beautiful eyes didn’t hold that beautiful spark. It was this allied forces fault to why they didn’t hold that beautiful shimmering sparkle. It was that stupid drafts fault. In all, it was this bloody war that was at fault for this.

Louis gave a small smile as he looked deeply in my eyes to see if I was lying, but I for surely wasn’t. I leaned forward a little and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away only to be met with a bang on the door and a loud voice calling in.”

“Styles, we’re going out! Make sure you keep a close eye on that prisoner, we don’t want him causing any trouble.” The voice said before we heard loud footsteps discarding.

“We are going to have you take a shower today, with my friend Liam’s help,” I voiced as I got up to get a key that would unlock the hand and foot cuffs around Louis’ wrist and ankle.

“Do you guys have letters that you can send out to family members and friends?” Louis nearly whispered, looking down at the old bed sheet as he had sat up and crossed his legs.

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you think I could write a letter home to my best mate, Niall? I need to tell him I’m safe and not dead.” I couldn’t help but get a bit jealous.

“What relationship do you two share?”

“He lives with my family and I, that’s it. I’ve known him all my life, but when he was sixteen his parents threw him out because of biblical beliefs,” I looked at the smaller man in confusion. “He’s gay.”

“Thank the lord,” I nearly scream out, not thinking before I spoke.

“You like the fact that he got thrown out because of the lord’s bible?” Louis asked in a snotty tone which had me shaking my head quickly.

“No, I didn’t mean that. I said that because you two don’t have any sexual relation going on.” A light laugh and a smile breaking his frown had me smiling back at him before I walked over to the door and opened it, peering out to make sure no more soldiers were here. My feet carried me back over to Louis and unlocked both cuffs before pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go get you that shower.”

“We are actually going to go take a shower, not a gassed shower where you make me strip of my clothes and step into a gas chamber, right?”

“This isn’t a concentration camp, stupid. We aren’t that sick.”    I scoff as I pull him out of the room, still being a little precautious.

We walk down to the shower headquarters where I’m met with a grinning Liam.

“I see you made it,” Liam beamed as he looked at Louis, seeing him threading his fingers through his greasy hair. “We’ll be getting that fixed so you’ll have your feathery locks back.”  Louis gave him a small smile before he turned to me. I leaned in and pecked his lips and threaded my hand through his hair, realizing how greasy and dirty it actually was.