Hidden Scars (Larry Stylinson AU)

Epilogue

If you spend time waiting for your love and believing in it, working for it, making yourself deserve it, you'll most probably get it. If you're lucky, you'll get your love back.

Harry Styles was definitely lucky to get his love of eight, almost nine, years. He did cry sometimes at night, thinking how cruel it was for fate to make him fall deeply for someone who doesn't know of his existence, how harsh his life was being on his little soul. He was only thirteen when he had an innocent little crush on a boy who lived a street ahead from his house. Years passed and the feeling grew without him having control and suddenly the boy just disappeared. That was heart aching.

He spent all the next half decade with a huge stone over his heart, envying every couple he saw, hating his fate for playing some cruel joke like this with him. Then all of a sudden he found out his sister went away too. That was too much to handle for a seventeen year old boy.

Time doesn't heal the pain, it just subsides it. But when a trigger is pulled, the pain shoots out and it's deathly. First, love, second, sister. He feared the third.

Right now, those nine years were just a memory, a dark and cruel memory. He thought that maybe wherever his sister was, she was at ease. Or at least he prayed for it to be so. And his love life? Well let's just say he was pretty intelligent to not be a coward all those years ago. Yes, years ago.

Its been almost five years that Harry had asked the love of his life to be his boyfriend. Almost five years that he saved his boyfriend from his haunting thoughts. Almost five years that he filled his boyfriend's life with colours and did his best to remove the darkness.

He was laid on his bed that morning, staring at the ceiling, an arm under his head and the other around his boyfriend's sleeping body. He couldn't thank god enough for whatever has happened since the day he build up the courage to go and talk to him. So much has changed from then for him and Louis.

Louis had moved in with Harry after two years completing of their relationship. Zayn wasn't living alone though. He was also currently in a strong relationship with his girlfriend of three years, named Maria, who was now living with him. Louis and Anne did tell Harry how they first met, and they both got along great. Anne was really thankful that Louis brightened up Harry's life so much, and as a mother, it was more than enough to make her happy herself.

Louis has had a lot of triggering moments, sending him off wailing, but Harry's words were like magic. The last time it had happened, he yelled for Harry, wailing, asking for help.

"It isn't going away!" Louis cried.

"It will, honey. It-"

"It's not! Harry, I can't! It's telling me to do it. I don't want to do it! Make it stop! Please! Make it stop!"

The sight wasn't what Harry wanted to see, so he got an idea. He went over to the bathroom, got his shave, pulling it's blade out and brought it to Louis' trembling state.

"Here, babe." He said, giving Louis his own arm and the blade.

"Get that thing away from me! Are you crazy?!" Louis scurried away.

"Baby, listen. I want you to take this and take my arm. Whenever you feel the need to cut, you can cut on me as much as you want, as much as you need to ease the pain. Alright?"

Louis thought he would faint at what Harry said. "N-no. I could never hurt you like that." He whimpered.

"The pain is the same either way, love." Now a practical eye opener was just what Louis needed. He trembled to ground, having Harry hold him in his arms tightly, and after that every single time he was triggered, he pictured Harry saying those words to him and that was enough to make him stop.