coffee and tea | larry

6. "so I'm gonna give all my secrets away."

Rain brings new life, new stories, new beginnings. Rain is refreshing; it is a symbol of life and growth. Rain cleans things– it washes away the past and the old memories.

Water is what we are made of. We ourselves rain through sweat and tears; it is the very essence of life. Every drop of rain is a single note in the song of life and love. Water has its own language– a language we have yet to understand, but one we learn every time the heavy rain descends.

The rain is a place where you can start again.

The summer flowers and green leaves bow under the power of the August rain, and the sun hides behind the clouds to allow the silver sheets of water to fall out of the dark skies of Holmes Chapel.

Louis sighed contently as he moved away from his bedroom window, turning his attention to his beautiful boyfriend, who was currently sprawled out on his maroon duvet, singing softly to Secrets by OneRepublic.

So tell me what you want to hear,
something that will light those ears
sick of all the insincere,
so I'm gonna give all my secrets away.

"Come over here, baby, I miss you," Harry called after the song faded to an end, opening up his arms toward Louis, his regular black sunglasses resting delicately on his nose.

"Your voice is so lovely, 'arry," Louis whispered, gently crawling onto the bed and into his lover's awaiting arms, placing a butterfly kiss to his cheek.

"It's raining out, yeah?"

Louis hummed with a nod, pressing another kiss to Harry's warm skin. "They are calling for heavy storms tonight," he pouted, "so I'll need my big and strong boyfriend to protect me from the scary thunder. Think your mum will let you stay?" He asked hopefully.

"Hmm, my little baby needs to be protected, yeah?" Harry chuckled, kissing his boyfriend's pillow soft hair. "Of course, sweetheart, she absolutely adores you. She's already planning our wedding."

Upon meeting the older lad a couple weeks after their second date, Anne Cox immediately decided Louis is the one for her son, her beloved and only son– her baby boy, whose normal life was ripped out of his hands at the young age of seven. Her boy needs love, the romantic love she cannot give him, and the gender that provides that love does not matter to her. Harry would cry to her, cry himself to sleep saying no one would ever love him, no one would ever fall for the "pathetic" blind boy, but she promised someone would. And when the eighteen year old, blue-eyed boy with the thick black-framed glasses, gray button-up and red cardigan stepped into her home with his hand in Harry's, she knew this would be the boy. He went in for a polite handshake and Anne pulled him into a hug. "You better treat him right, Louis, and care for him. He is my baby, my only son, and I will not hesitate to put you into your place if he ever comes home crying to me about you hurting him. I'm trusting you to take care of my boy, please don't take advantage of that." She had said sternly, earning a nervous nod from the boy and a groan from her son.

"Damn, Styles, marriage? Already?" Teased Louis, nibbling on Harry's jaw. "Didn't know you want to spend the rest of your life with me. I am a lot to handle, yanno, I crave lots of attention."

"Oh, shush it, you," Came the reply, a blush coating the younger's cheeks.

The amount of times in this three month period that Harry has dreamt of his wedding with Louis is extremely abnormal and embarrassing– and every time his mother happens to bring it up over morning coffee, he can't keep the redness from his cheeks.