You and I (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Louis laid in his prison like room. The ceiling was plain and bland. He wanted to leave, he did, but thoughts of Harry were in a constant stream. Louis had an amazing feeling that Harry would be his "always".

He wanted Harry to kiss him, to keep him warm at night. He could see it all, laying there, in Harry's bed, holding each other in attempt to keep them from falling apart. Louis lips would be against Harry's neck. If Louis could hear his heartbeat then he sure as hell would be able to feel it when they cuddled.

Harry sat awake unaware of what to do. He was bored out of his mind and he couldn't sleep.

Louis' smile was embedded in his eyelids. His scent embroidered into memory. His taste, the lingering taste of Mint, there was nothing better then Louis lips against his.

He wondered if he could find Louis the place seemed pretty large. He weighed the situation a few times before leaving his 'cell'.

In the hallway he encountered a seemingly drunk 16 year old who showed him to Louis room. Harry felt it was kind to knock but he didn't want to disturb Louis if he was sleeping, so he texted him.

Hey baby xxx I miss you come see me ;)

Harry giggled at his cheeky side. Seconds later his phone buzzed.

One second babe xxxx

Louis took a second to compose himself. "Stay strong for him." Luke's voice echoed in his mind. What part of him needed to stay strong? His coincidence? The mental wall he put up between him and the world?

Louis brushed the thoughts off, as he opened the door he found himself stepping into Harry's loving embrace.

He didn't want to pull away, but he couldn't breathe. Harry was preventing his lungs from expanding. He tried to push Harry off to no avail.

The memories of him invaded Louis mind, the flood gates had opened. All the memories he had used to counteract the bad ones were forgotten. His fingers were locked around Louis throat.

Harry stood there crushing Louis obliviously.

Louis began to sob into Harry's chest. The boy loosened his grip.

Suddenly Louis was fine again. Louis could never forget what had happen between them. Louis ex had been the reason he was the freak of nature he is.

Harry lifted Louis tear stained face up toward him. Louis face had seem to have eroded as so many tears had been cried. Harry bent down and kissed his perfect lips gingerly. "Stop crying. You don't need to cry. Your going to make me cry." Harry's hot breath brushed against Louis neck.

Security was an over whelming aspect of Harry's self portrait. He tried so hard to make people like him. He never saw bad in people. Never judged them. He saw no insecurities. That was....but in himself. Harry could tell that the lights in Louis mind were out. There were things haunting Louis, he was swimming against the tides.

Louis looked up at Harry who smiled and press his lips to Louis' temple.

Many memories of there little time together were humorous, but this was so pretty, and affectionate. The room was a cozy warm because of it's comfort.

Little did they know that they were thinking the same thing.

Tangled legs. On the couch snuggled together. Kissing like it would be their last chance. Their bare chests pressed close together. There hearts pounding with each other. Both listening to the others heart. For they are the reason for each other.

"Harry?"

"Yes babe?"

"Can we go back to your place if Luke lets us? Ple...ase.?" Louis sneezed mid-please and Harry's heart flickered.