Breaking Him // Larry l.s

Four days

Four days

"It's mutual, we've discussed it."

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When we moved in together at the seven month mark, it seemed natural... It seemed right. The first day was one of best in my life.

Lou always felt so safe, so comfortable yet exciting and new all at the same time. That feeling kept with me for the entire six years, seven months, three weeks, four days, seventeen hours and thirty two minutes. It never faded, not even for a second, I guess thats what love is.

"Harry, why did you bring nine mugs in a box marked 'bathroom'?" Louis asked hesitantly, holding up nine identical white mugs.

Harry burst out laughing at Lou's suspicious expression and slapped his knee comically, causing Louis to nervously chuckle at Harry's behaviour.

"They must of got mixed up-" Harry choked out between his laughing "-you looked so worried!"

Louis joined in laughing, shaking his head as he packed them away in the cupboard.

"Well wouldnt you be suspicious if you saw nine identical- why are they all the same by the way? - mugs in a box marked 'bathroom'?" Louis reasoned, playfully poking Harry's arm then glaring at all of the unpacked boxes.

"Well I like the colour white, you cant go wrong with a plain colour like that so I thought hey! Why not get nine?" Harry smiled and Louis literally face palmed before moving away from Harry and going to the sofa to lie down.

"Ive had enough of your..weirdness and packing, come hug" Louis demanded and held out his arms with his eyes closed.

Harry immediately went to him and there was no place he would rather be.

That day was perfect, although my mum had doubts about my relationship with Lou and didn't hesitate to tell me the evening of our first night in our own home.

She had said "Are you sure you are ready for this commitment?" and to be honest, I was. Louis makes you feel secure, like nothing could happen to you while you were with him.

Then she asked a completely different question, one that could make or break the relationship entirely.

"Are you sure he is?"

And with the upmost confidence, I could honestly say that he was.

"Its mutual, we discussed it."

He made me happy. He makes me happy. He is my definition of my happy. Without him our house would've been just a home, as cheesy as saying that makes me.