Bloom

Plum

Two weeks after the whole club thing Louis was staring at Harry, the boy was fast asleep in his bed. He looked so pretty. Louis knew it was kind of creepy but God did he love looking at him, he was the most beautiful boy in the world. A tear rolled down his cheek. He'd been thinking again, about them, about a future, he loved Harry so so much, but this wasn't realistic. Sure, right now it was exciting to fool around and have to hide, but they'd grow tired of it, right? And kids, they'd never have kids, or a wedding, or anything like that. His eyes trailed to the fading marks on Harry's skin, he pressed his lips to one, wiping his tears away at the same time.

Harry slowly started blinking, "Louis?" He mumbled as he looked down and saw his boyfriend pressing soft kisses to his neck. He smiled softly and wrapped his legs around him.

Louis looked up and pushed Harry's hair back, he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and sat up. "Haz", he whispered, "I think we need to talk".

Harry tensed up, "no, no, please, Louis".

Louis looked at him with pain in his eyes. "We have to be realistic baby, how much longer are we going be able to do this? Even my own parents are getting suspicious".

"Can't we tell our parents", Harry whimpered.

"Don't be dumb Harry", Louis said wiping another tear away, "look, I love you more than words could ever describe, but this can't go on forever, I've heard our parents talk, they're afraid we lock ourselves up too much and are never gonna get wives, they want us to get married Harry, and have babies, and all that stuff", he sighed, "and to be quite honest with you, I want that as well".

Harry was full on bawling at this point, "then maybe you should've thought about that a little fucking sooner Louis", he screamed.

"Har-" he started.

"No, fuck you! You were the one that said we could be whatever we wanted to be, you were the one that brought up kissing boys, you initiate everything and now you wake me up by telling me this was all some sort of sick joke, and you never saw a future to begin with? That's sick Louis, really fucking sick". He yelled as he wiped his eyes, "I'm going home", was the last thing he said before he stood up and left.

Louis just sat there, staring at the wall for what must've been at least half an hour, what did he just do? He fell back and started crying, fuck, he was so dumb, he just lost the one thing he actually loved. His pillow smelt like Harry so he started hugging it close, he laid like that for 3 whole days.

His mom came in at some point, she pulled his head in her lap and started stroking his hair. "Oh dear", she whispered, "did you and Harry have a fight, love?"

Louis nodded.

"Well sweetheart, I obviously don't know what happened, and you don't have to tell me, but I do know that you guys are Louis and Harry, and you're meant to be together, so whatever is going on between you two, I'm sure it'll figure itself out".

He kissed his mom on the cheek, "thank you mommy", he whispered.

She just smiled and ran her hands through his hair once more, "try to get some sleep alright baby?"

Louis nodded again, though he couldn't remember how to fall asleep without Harry's weight somewhere on him, he couldn't remember how to without curls tickling him every couple of seconds, he slowly but surely was losing his mind. He missed Harry, so much, God why did he have to be such an asshole. He decided to do something he never did, but he was out of options at that point. He got down on his knees and folded his hands together.

"Dear God I uhm, I kind of forgot how to do this whole praying thing, I guess you know that, I wanted to talk to you uhm there's this boy, I'm sure you also know that, he's lovely isn't he? Definitely one of your best creations, I messed up big time with him, but we had no future you see? So I think I did the right thing, but I feel like I'm dying, so was it really right? I don't know what I'm asking of you here, maybe a sign a did the right thing? Or maybe just reassurance that you'll love me despite me having thoughts about boys, this was stupid, I'm sorry for bothering you, uhm, amen?"

He sighed and got up, alright, maybe not the best idea he had. His head was killing him, painkillers, that's what he needed. He walked into the bathroom and caught a glimpse of his own reflection, he looked like a zombie. "Fuck", he whispered, brushing his hair back. The bags under his eyes were massive and his skin was as pale as ever. He sobbed as he stared at himself. "I need you Harry", he whimpered. That's when he decided he was going to get his boy back, though he didn't know how yet, he would.

Another 2 days passed and he still hadn't heard from Harry, he slowly walked down the stairs. "Mommy?" He yelled.

"Yes dear?" His mom answered.

"Can I talk to you, alone?" He asked, walking to the living room.

His mom followed quickly, Louis hugged her tight, thinking that this could be the last time.

"I miss Harry", he said.

"I know dear, I think this is the longest you guys have ever fought", she responded.

"It's my fault", Louis sighed, "I broke up with him", he whispered.

"I'm afraid I'm not following love", his mom said "broke up?"

Louis sniffled and wiped his eyes, "I like boys mum".

Silence fell upon the room, his mom was staring in front of her, as if she was calculating what to say next, Louis just sat there, heart racing.

"And you and Harry? You guys were... dating?" She asked.

He nodded.

She pulled him closer and stroked his hair, "oh dear", she said, "this must've been so very hard for you".

Louis sighed in relief and leaned into his mothers touch.

"Thank you for telling me", she started again, "I know I don't need to tell you this, but this is going to be very difficult, but if you think you have found a man that you love more than words can describe, then I think it's going to be worth it".

Louis nodded again.

"I'm very proud of you dear, and I know your father would be too".

Louis wiped his eyes again. "Do you think Harry will ever forgive me?" He asked.

"I don't know Lou, he's really hurt right now, you are too, you guys need some time probably, but I think you'll be alright". She answered.

"I love you mum", Louis whispered before hugging her again.

She just pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.