𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 | 𝙎𝙏𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙊𝙉

CHAPTER 12

♡| the more harry decorated himself with tattoos and piercings, the quicker louis was losing his self-control.

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JUNE 25TH, 2006. LOUIS IS COMING home from a weekend with his dad which he did not appreciate, only to find Harry acquired more tattoos, and a new piercing.

Louis walked into the Styles residence, pouting as he gives a quick hug to Anne, who is on her way to work, and asking her where Harry is. She answers with a quick, 'in the backyard' as she walks out of the house. Louis nods his head and makes his way to the backyard.

He sees the water in Harry's pool moving and dear God, he has to will himself to remain calm as he opens the back door.

"Hi-ya hot stuff." he smiles as Harry's soaked mop of curls pop out from under the water.

"Baby! You're back." he smiles, and easily lifts himself out of the pool, muscles flexing and all Louis can do is think about is how easily it would be for Harry to hold him up against the wall and- "How was your dad's house?" he asks, drying his hair off.

Louis is willing himself not to drool over Harry, who has droplets of water dripping on to his toned tummy, where in addition to the moth, there was now these leaves and Louis didn't even want to know the meaning of them.

"It was okay, not really fun, he worked all weekend so I don't even know why I needed to be there..." Louis bit on his bottom lip for a second, "How was your week?" he asks him.

"Boring as all hell." he looks at him, throwing the towel on the poolside table, deciding he's dry enough to hug Louis, he walks over to him, he wraps his arms around his boy, hands a little too close to a place it doesn't need to be close to.

"Missed you a fuck ton, baby." Harry whispers in his ear.  

"Missed you so much more." Louis says, whispering in Harry's ear, not letting the way he shivers a little go unnoticed, "You cold?" he giggles.

"Not that kind of shivering, blue." he replies, looking ashamed as he looks down at his feet.

"Hey," Louis mumbles and curls his finger around Harry's chin, a habit he had picked up when he was about 13, "bubbie, you're human. As much as you look like a god, you're not one. It's okay to be affected by little things. You can't help it." he pouted and got on his tip-toes to kiss Harry's forehead.

Harry nods his head, and drops the subject. He asks Louis if he wants to cuddle in his room, and order a pizza, to which Louis answers with a yes because he feels like its been years since they've had Louis and Harry time.

So they're in Harry's room; Harry's skin is warm from the tan he's gotten and Louis finds himself finding any excuse to be cold so he can hide in Harry's chest and have his face in the junction between his neck and shoulder, his favorite spot where he enjoys daydreaming about what it'd be like to be with Harry.

Harry's left arm his lazily drapped over Louis' back, rubbing it every so often, his right arm is on Louis' thigh for a bit before it moves so he can cup Louis' cheek.

"Wanna see what I did?" and Louis is scared.

He's just seen all the new tattoos that lay scattered across Harry's forearm, and he doesn't know if he can take whatever Harry has in-store.

But he just nodded anyways. Harry taps his thighs, before he moves to sit up and he smirks at Louis.

Louis wants to wipe that smirk right off his face, and he's about to (in a playful matter of course), and then it happens.

Harry sticks his tongue, showing off a metal bar pierced right through it.

"Oh my God." he mumbled, staring at it, mind flooded with horribly dirty thoughts.

"Like it?" Harry smiled innocently, running it between his teeth, and yeah, Louis fucking loves it.

"Yeah." he utters out breathlessly.

He's leaning in and he shouldn't be doing this, but he wants to feel that piercing and Harry starts leaning in when-

Ding dong

Right, they ordered pizza. So Harry stumbles out of bed to go retrieve the pizza and brings it back into the room, then leaving and coming back in with two bottles of soda.

Louis digs in, grabbing a piece while Harry sits in front of him doing the same.

They talk about random shit, completely forgetting what happened just before they got the pizza.

And it is in this moment, that Louis feels like he could this forever. That he could come home to Harry and hide in their room, and eat pizza and just forget about the rest of the world.

It is right here, in Harry's room that he decides it's okay that he's in love with Harry.

And it's okay that Harry thinks he means it platonically whenever he tells him he loves him.

Because the world could end tomorrow and he'd still feel the same for Harry.

Harry could grow up, marry someone else, and completely forget about Louis; yet the boy would still always be completely gone for him.

He knows it is almost crazy to finally admit he's completely in love with the boy he's known his whole life. He's only fixing to be sixteen, but the idea of growing up and loving someone else has him ready to throw up.

Harry may have no clue yet, or maybe he does and that's why it gets awkward sometimes but there's one thing Louis knows for sure:

Nothing will ever pull him away from his beloved Harry. His Harry, who can be goofy and serious, with his tattoos and his piercing and his love for rootbeer floats, and the way he looks at Louis when the smaller boy wakes up cuddled to his chest and wearing his shirt.

"Blue?" Harry pulls him out of his trance.

"Hm?" Louis utters out, cleaning up the box of pizza and napkins surrounding them.

"Let's run away for a little bit," he takes Louis hand in his much bigger one, "we'll go somewhere random and explore, we'll come back home in a week or two."

And Louis wants to shout yes at the top of his lungs, but he needs to be rational.

"Please baby," he pouts and God, what Louis wouldn't give to be able to kiss him, "I'll take care of you. Just run away with me for a bit."

And he trusts Harry with every fiber of his being, there was no way he could say no.

So he says yes, that he'll go. And Harry tackles him on the bed and hugs his boy close and smiles as he presses kisses all over his cheeks, thanking him repeatedly.

And everything was perfect.

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