FINGERTIPS ║ Larry Stylinson

27 ║ Bloody Tears

September 6th

It was not supposed to happen. It was not supposed to end up like this. It was never supposed to happen. Or at least, not that soon, not with Harry. Not in public. Louis was not supposed to lose his mind. He thought he was strong enough to stop the inevitable. He believed that whenever it would come, he would be able to push it back to when he would be all alone. But he hadn't got that strength. He hadn't been able to push it back. He tried, he tried his best to contain it all inside. But he had been hiding so much feelings, so many pain that had been building up in his chest for what seemed like ages, until it came to the point of no return. Until the final straw that broke the camel's back. Until Louis wasn't able to fight anymore, until all the pain and rage he had been piling up needed to just explode and he wasn't strong enough to stop it. That's how he ended up looking for Harry under the pouring rain in a city he had never went to, without any clue of where he should look. He knew Harry would never forgive him this time.

~ 20 minutes ago ~

Harry smiled shyly as he licked the sweet whipped cream off his upper lip before turning back to the book in front of him. They went to this intimate café some miles away from town so Harry could work and they could change their habit a bit, being away from Harry's room where they were used to work. It was Harry's idea but Louis thought it would be nice to see Harry happy. A shiny light grey sprung floor was covering the ground, ten or so dark wooden tables were spread in the lovely room. Many lustres were hanging on the ceiling and were enlightening the room. After a while though, Louis was not so sure about this idea, mostly because Harry couldn't really focus on his work. He wanted to talk, about nothing really, just talking about anything just to hear Louis' voice.

"Focus Harry." Louis whispered into his ear.

Harry pouted and at that moment, Louis had to admit he looked much younger than he already was. With his adorable plump lips, his furrowed brows and the massive bunch of chocolate curls falling over his face. Louis wanted to kiss him, right here in front of all those people all around them, those people he didn't know and had never seen before. He wanted to show everyone Harry was his boyfriend and that it was the best thing in his life at the moment. But he looked away and took Harry's hand to place it back on the paper.

"Come on." he said again.

He heard Harry sighed loudly next to him and observed with a smile as he placed his chin on his palm and pouted again, just like a young kid who was refused a cookie before dinner. He looked around him, making sure no one was looking at them before he leaned on quickly and pecked Harry's cheek, cheeks that quickly turned pinkish seconds after. It may have given motivation to the young boy because he started to focus and work after that. Louis stared at him for a while, sitting silently and drinking a bit of his black coffee – only thing that would fill his stomach today – and feeling pretty amazed by Harry's concentrated face. He felt luckier than ever, being able to be with the person he liked. Being lucky enough to be liked back. Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if Harry had never liked him, what if he was still alone, crying in his room? What if he was sitting there hiding his feelings and acting totally indifferently to Harry's beauty? What if he had never kissed Harry, never held him, never slept next to him? How would he be able to go through life feeling his heart beat for someone who didn't really care? He was grateful that life had decided to give him another chance to feel better, to feel alive by sending him Harry. When he sipped a bit of his burning coffee, he looked away from his boyfriend and looked around the place. That's when his eyes met the other man's eyes. He had never seen him before. He looked a bit older than him, probably in his early 20's. He seemed tall. Despite the pouring rain outside and the cold weather, he was wearing a short-sleeve top, showing off his strong muscular arms. He had a tattoo on the back of his upper arm, a snake going from his elbow to his wrist, with his mouth wide open, showing two sharp teeth. Louis frowned at how insistent the stranger's look was. He hated being stared at, and if it was by stranger, it was even more annoying. He did try to stop the little bit of anger that was starting to run through his veins. He sent the man a questioning look but the guy simply raised his head higher and Louis frowned deeper. What was it all about? Why didn't he want to look away? Why did he even start staring at them in the first place? They were sitting two tables away but he could still catch the defiant expression printed on his face, with the smug smile. That damn, smug smile that broke down every barriers.