𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 | 𝙎𝙏𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙉

CHAPTER 07

♡| harry and louis felt like nothing would stop them from the things they did, even when harry turned eighteen.

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IT WAS JANUARY 26, 2005, LOUIS AND HARRY WERE SNUGGLED ON THE COUCH, Louis got bored and grabbed a marker off the counter.

It was cloudy that day, storm clouds covering the usual blue skies. He was only bored because he was forced to stay inside. But then, he grabbed the marker.

"Hey, H," he giggled, opening the marker, " 'm gonna give you your first tattoo." he was joking around. He knew how badly Harry wanted one on his birthday, and hoow frustrated he was because he had no clue what to get.

Harry chuckles as Louis tries to move him to lay flat on his back. Finally, Harry cooperates, and Louis is straddling his waist.

He sits for a second, frozen. Harry's in this tank top and its see through and Louis' mind wonders to places it shouldn't be.

He begins to look Harry over, thinking of where he's gonna draw on the boy. He feel hands move to his waist, they're cold against his skin, and it makes him feel great.

For a second, he and Harry lock eyes and all he can think about his kissing the boy, and being pressed up against him. And then that second ends.

He needs an excuse to put his hands on Harry. So, he grabs the boys arm, and turns it a bit to draw on the inner part of Harry's bicep.

He outlines a big heart, and writes a little 'L' in it, but it's soon covered by the ink of the marker.

Harry smiles at it, then at Louis. He sits up, Louis' still on his lap. He goes to kiss the boys forehead, but then thunder rolls and Louis looks at Harry with these eyes.

And Harry knows what's wrong. Louis pouts like that for one reason and one reason only. Louis is terrified of thunder, and lighting, and anything that has to do with storms.

He pulls Louis close, the boy rests his head in Harry's neck. Harry threads his fingers in Louis, hair, massaging his scalp whispering in Louis' ear about how it's okay, and he won't let anything bad happen to Louis.

Lighting flashes through the window, and Harry's got a solution. His room is the one with no windows, he hates when the sun shines and it wakes him up on weekends.

" 'm gonna carry you to my room, okay baby? We'll go in there and I'll distract you from the storm." Harry rasps in Louis ear.

The way Louis bounced whenever it thundered didn't do Harry any good.

But Louis nods and wraps his legs around Harry when the boy gets up to take him to his room.

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It wasn't even two hours later when Harry wakes up. They agreed on napping once the storm calmed down.

When he wakes up, he hears whimpers. He panics, thinking Louis' having a nightmare, so he goes to cuddle the boy, but that wasn't the case.

The boy moves back against Harry, whining out what Harry can only assume is the word 'daddy' and Harry knows this is it for him.

His eyebrows are furrowed as Louis flips over, cuddling into Harry. He thinks its over but then he feels Louis' small frame begin to rub against him and, dear God, he isn't going to make it out of this alive.