red stone heart {l.s} • needs editing

chapter eleven

Harry smiled at his final product. The walls were a beautiful cream color, the skyline painted along the floor boards. The tips of the buildings touched the middle of the wall, leaving the rest of the wall untouched; it was Louis' favorite painting from the day they met, except on the walls. Harry hung some of Louis' paintings above the new bed he had just bought for him, adding picture frames here and there filled with pictures of Louis and his friends. He laid the new vans on the edge of the bed, the shoebox open showing off the shiny new shoes inside. The wardrobe was filled with new clothes that Harry assumed Louis would like, and a new easel with canvases stacked on the stand. New brushes scattered Louis' desk, a couple of them holding a nice letter from Harry down from being blown away by the fan.

Harry sighed, finally satisfied with Louis' birthday gift. He made sure to wrap his Christmas presents for the following day and place them under the tree before going into the kitchen, seeing some people from Louis' guest list had already arrived.

Louis laughed at something Liam had said before seeing Harry and immediately rushing over to him, a sunshine smile on his lips and crinkles by his eyes.

"Haz, thank you so much. This is amazing!," Louis hugged him tightly, breathing in the scent of his Harry before pulling away, a blissed out look on his young face. "This is the best I've felt in awhile, you're the best boyfriend I-"

Harry's eyes got wide. They weren't official, at least that's what he thought. Was he wrong? Did they establish a label?

Louis tried to recover, "I'm sorry! I mean friend, you're the best friend I-I could've asked f-for." His cheeks were tinted pink and he hid his blue eyes from Harry's greens, keeping his head down and suddenly the floor was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Harry was silent. Did he want to be official? Of course. Did he deserve Louis? No. But he wanted him bad, and he knew the feeling was mutual.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I don't mean to make things hard." No sunshine smile, only a frown of disappointment.

Harry didn't know what they were but he knew he loved Louis.

"Come upstairs, love."

Harry gripped Louis' hand in his. The nerves in his stomach caused a riot and suddenly he was doubting if Louis even desired to have a new paint in his room. What if he liked the grey?

Harry shook his head. This is what he wanted. He loves art so Harry brought the art to Louis and Louis would be happy. He had to be happy..right?

"Harry?" Louis spoke, bringing Harry back to reality. "We've been at my door for two minutes, is there something wrong?" Louis' crinkles had disappeared and Harry didn't like that. Louis had to have crinkles again.

"Your gift i-is in there. Look, please?"

Louis furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but opened the door to look into his room regardless.

The second his eyes hit the paintings on the wall, his eyes filled with tears. He bolted inside to get a good look at each and every thing Harry had purchased. He read the letter to himself quietly while Harry just watched his boy be so happy. Harry caused that and he couldn't help but be proud of himself and Louis for the progress they've made.

"You're incredible." Tears were dropping onto Louis' cheeks, making his nose runny and red.

"And you're beautiful, baby. Lou, I love you. I hope you like your gift."

"I love it, Harry. I love you."