Can't Move On [Larry]

Chapter 2

Louis doesn't quite remember falling asleep (but who does?) but he just accepts the fact that he's, once again, in a relistic field with realistic grass and a realistic sky and a realistic burning sun and a realistic Harry behind him.

"Louis." Harry said quietly, pressing a kiss to Louis' neck. Louis shivered, involuntarily leaning back into Harry's touch. Oh, how he wanted Harry back.

"You're back." Louis smiled, turning around. He thought he would scream and kick at stupid Harry for fucking with him- thought he would be angry, but he's so happy- so overwhelmingly happy.

"I am." Harry smiled. He leaned in to press a kiss to Louis' lips but Louis moved back. This was cheating. The part of his brain that told him Harry was real was screaming at him that this was cheating, now, and the part of his brain that told him Harry was real and he was stupid was screaming that it was just a dream and that he should kiss Louis. Louis wanted to scream because what the fuck?

"Boo?" Harry asked, frowning. Louis didn't look at him, though, closed his eyes and tried to quiet the constant battling in his mind.

"Boo, what's wrong?" Harry asked, gripping Louis' arms to try to get his attention. "Are you hurt? Why won't you kiss me? What happened?"

"You're real." Louis said. "You're real and since you're real this is cheating. I'm cheating to Zayn and I'm not allowed to do that. I can't. I can't kiss you, Harry, I have Zayn."

"But this is a dream." Harry said, leaning into Louis.

"I don't care." Louis stepped away, pulling himself out of Harry's grip. He opened his eyes. "You said you're real and if I kissed you, I would be cheating on Zayn."

"Louis!" Harry said all of a sudden, because he felt his heart skip a beat. His heart. His heart was beating! His heart hasn't been beating for four months.

"What?" Louis asked. Harry grabbed his hand and placed it over his heart, kssing his hand over Louis'. Louis' eyes widened and he smiled.

"Harry, your heart's beating." He said happily. Harry wondered if Louis was having moodswings- one second he doesn't want to kiss Louis and the next he's happy by the feel of his beating heart.

Harry suddenly saw the battle in Louis' eyes as he looked up. His eyes were sad and hopeful at the same time. Louis felt like exploding. "You-you are real, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded, not moving his hand away from Louis', and Louis didn't try to move his hand away from Harry's heart. "I'm real."

"You're coming back." Louis let himself believe it- didn't let the one side of him battle with the other. His eyes filled with tears and he fell forward into Harry's arms, crying. "You're coming back, Harry, you're coming back."

Harry smiled fondly, wrapping his arms around Louis. Louis kept his hand over Harry's beating heart, constantly feeding the hope he was building in his own beating heart.

"I'm coming back just for you." Harry said, stroking Louis' hair. "We're gonna be happy and together again, I promise. You, me, and a little baby. We're gonna be happy and I'm gonna make sure of it."

Louis sniffled, then he smiled. "Do you remember our plan, Haz?"

"I would never forget it." Harry said. "We would get married when I turned twenty, adpot a little girl when we finished in our music career, then a little boy. I remember, yeah."

"Your birthday." Louis said, smiling. "In 28 days, you'll be back. That's the first of next month. Harry, next month is February! You'll come back on your birthday."

"ANd I'll be nineteen." Harry said. He tangled his fingers with Louis'. "We'll only have to wait a year, then. We can get married in a year and a month, baby."

Harry and Louis hugged again, their arms tight around each other. Then Louis remembered this wasn't reality- the side of him telling him he was an idiot took over again, and he almost screamed. Louis pulled away from the hug, looking up at Harry in almost terror.

"Boo?" Harry asked worriedly, raising an eyebrow. He didn't like the expression on Louis' face, because that meant something was wrong and he didn't want anything to be wrong.

"Z-Zayn." Louis stuttered out. He couldn't speak for a moment after that, his thought overwhelming. "What about Zayn?"

"Boo, I told you he loves someone else." Harry ran his fingers over Louis' bicep, hoping that didn't sound too harsh. "But don't worry. You know I'm here for you, I'll help heal your broken heart. I love you Boo, don't you forget that."

Harry leaned forward so their foreheads were touching. They both had to cross their eyes to look at each other properly.

"I can't." Louis said. He sighed, closing his eyes that showed the battle going on in himself. "I can't do this to Zayn."

"Louis we're gonna be happy and perfect together." Harry said. "We were perfectly meant to be, born for each other. I don't care how cliche that sounds, it's true."

Louis tried to say something, but Harry wasn't done. "We're perfect, and we're meant to be together. Happy and in love. I love you so much, I can't express all my love for you."

Harry hesitated. "You ... you love me too, right?"Harry wasn unsure, because Louis seemd to love Zayn more than he loved Harry, which broke Harry's heart. Harry wanted Louis to move on, wanted Louis to love Zayn because he hadn't been there to love him, but now that he's back, he didn't want Louis with Zayn. As selfish as that sounded, it was true.

"Of course I do." Louis said, pulling away from Harry to look at himproperly. It wasn't a lie. He did love Harry. He loved Harry so much it hurt.

"Say it." Harry said, demanding. He head to hear Louis tell him he loved him. It wasn't like he didn't believe Louis, he just needed to hear it again. He went such a long time without hearing those words fall easily off Louis' lips.

"Say what?" Louis asked stupidly, as if he didn't know.

"Say that you love me." Harry said, taking Louis' hand. "I need to hear it."

"Why?"

"Because it's more special that way." Harry said. "I haven't heard you say it in so long, Boo, and I-I've just missed it so much. Please."

"I love you Harry, I really do. You're my everything." Louis said. Harry was satisfied, smiling, until Louis but his lip. "But Zayn-"

"Enough about Zayn!" Harry cut in, shouting, then he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I just . . . it's not about Zayn, okay? It's about us."

Louis didn't protest this time. Harry leaned in until their noses were touching, then he opened his eyes and looked at Louis.

"Don't wake up this time." Harry whispered. Then he closed his eyes and grabbed Louis' tiny waist, pulling him close. He leaned in, closer and closer, and their lips brushed when suddenly Louis wasn't in Harry's arms anymore.

Harry opened his eyes, blinking in confusion. He wasn't in that field anymore. He wasn't with Louis anymore. He was back in that black space with no one and nothing but himself.

Soon enough, the unfortunate realization hit him, and Harry frowned, thinking about how unfair this was. Louis had woken up.