Chapter 17

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The adrenaline seems to abruptly run out and all Harry can do is stare at the broken boy in front of him. Louis is also frozen in the same kind of shock. His eyes are wide and his mouth is open like a goldfish. If the situation was different Harry would have pointed this out and laughed at him but instead he grips tightly to the door frame and takes a deep breath, steadying himself for the biggest thing he was going to ever have to do.

"I thought you'd never come back." Is what falls from Louis lips and he mentally kicks himself because that's not what he planned to say to him if he ever came back. He needs to be stronger than that.

"That night that your Grandad died and you drunk far too much but you still ended up crying in my arms, I promised you that I'd stay." Harry replies, his voice breaking on the last word and words just tumbling out of his mouth in that rambling way of his and Louis gasps because did he actually remember that? There's silence for a long moment. Louis looks at Harry as he starts to say something, maybe an apology and maybe not, and then he stops, he leans over and pulls Louis towards him- like by gravitational force. Harry kisses him, hard, and his skin is stubbly and rough against Louis' cheek. Louis' first thought is, I guess he didn't have time to shave this morning, and then he kisses him back, his fingers wind through his soft brown hair and his eyes close. Harry kisses Louis like he is drowning and Louis is air. Its passionate, and desperate, and like nothing Louis has ever experienced before and Louis thinks that this is what people mean when they say the earth stopped turning. It's needy and there's an urgency but Harry pours his love into it and Louis just can't even think. Fireworks are going off in his mind and his senses are filled with Harry. It feels like a world of their own in that door frame, that moment, didn't exist. It was just them. Harry's hand rests on Louis' hip and his fingers wrap around his waist, he pulls Louis closer and suddenly Louis freezes. The rubber band that had been pulling them together snaps. Harry stops his movements and Louis pulls away from him, putting a good three feet between them, biting his lip.

"No, you can't do that!" Louis says in a panic, loudly.

"You can't just waltz back here and kiss me." he says angrily through gritted teeth.

Harry's hands run through his hair and he is equally as surprised by his actions.

"I'm sorry, Lou, I didn't mean....I'm sorry." Harry says flustered. His lips are pink and his hair sticking up in odd angles. Louis is completely flushed and that was by far the best kiss he has ever had in his life. They had kissed before but it didn't feel like like that. Louis shakes his head before opening his mouth again to speak but Harry gets there first.

"Louis," Harry starts, meeting Louis' eyes.

"I don't expect to you to talk to me or even listen because I don't deserve it, but you deserve an explanation." Louis expression doesn't change, though his his chest rises and falls rapidly and he doesn't answer, so Harry takes that as an indication to go on.

"The day I got voted off of x-factor was one of the best days of my life, though I thought it was one of the worst it could never have been as it was the day I met you. It was when I met you when I understood love songs and why couples danced with each other. I understood kissing and why it was the most beautiful thing. I understood why heartbroken people cried and why they stayed away from everyone when their hearts shattered, because they needed their space to fill it, with the voice of their lover who wasn't there, and the memories to bring their hearts pieces together, then break them again. It was when I met you when I understood what life was all about and why people stayed up late at night, thinking about that someone. I met you for a reason Louis, and I truly believe that it was because you were the one that was going to fix me. If I could just make everything fall where it should be, I would. If I could make life better for you, I would. But I can't. All I can do is to let you know that mine has been better because of you."

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