Can't Move On [Larry]

Chapter 3

Louis and Harry were sat in a black room this dream. Louis didn't know why they were (though he should, it was his dream) it was just something his mind decided to think up.

"So this is the place you dream up?" Harry teased, looking around playfully, as if he was taking in some beautiful scenery.

"Apparently." Louis mumbled. Harry rolled his eyes and smiled, chuckling slightly. Louis couldn't remember the last time he'd heard Harry laugh.

"You know," Harry said. "This looks a lot like the place I'm stuck in when I'm not in your dreams. Except you aren't there."

Harry sounded sad when he said that, and that made Louis sad, too, so Louis reached up with one hand (he was laying down, his head in Harry's lap) and placed it on Harry's cheek.

"Well I'm here now." Louis said comfortingly. He leaned up slightly, propping himself up on one elbow. "And I love you."

Harry leaned down and their lips pressed together. It was a hard, sweet kiss, and it left both of them breathless. Louis even fell back, collapsing into Harry's lap.

"As long as you're here," Harry said, running his fingers though Louis' soft hair. "I don't care where we are."

"You cheesy little shit." Louis said. His hands were foled over his stomach, and he was back where he had been before he and Harry had shared their sweet kiss.

"You know you love it." Harry said. He pulled his hand away from Louis' hair and placed it on the ground, propping himself up since there were no walls wherever they were.

"You know I do." Louis said. He sat up and copied Harry's position, his legs crossed, propping himself up with his hands.

"Do you?" Harry asked. He tilted his head, leaning into Louis. "Do you love me, Boo?"

"I love you, Harry." Louis leaned in and pressed a kiss to Harry's lips. He had intentions of making it a quick, teasing kiss, but as soon as his lips were on Harry's, that thought melted away.

When they pulled away, Harry pressed his lips to Louis' neck, biting down on his skin slightly. Louis let out a small, surprised moan.

"You sound sexy when you do that." Harry noted, his hot breath scraping at Louis' skin. He bit down again, and Louis gasped.

"H-Harry." Louis sat up properly, placing his hands on both sides of Harry's neck and pulling his face away from his neck. "we can't do that here."

"I know." Harry said. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Louis' lips. "But I can't help it, Louis. You're just so addicting."

"If I'm moaning in my sleep," Louis said when Harry leaned in and bit his neck again, Louis' now limp hands on Harry's face doing nothing to stop him. "I blame you, Harry Styles."

"Go ahead." Harry smirked. He pulled back and took Louis' hands on his face, keeping them in his own hands. "I'll gladly take the blame."

"You cheeky little shit." Louis murmered. He pressed a sweet kiss to Harry's lips, smiling as he did. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Harry said. He traced patterns over Louis' arms. "You're not protesting in kissing me this dream 'round."

"I let it go." Louis said. He always said "You're not real, anyways" but he didn't, because that wouldn't be any help in 'letting go', as Louis liked to call it.

"I'm glad." Harry said. He pressed another kiss to Louis' lips- this one lasting a bit longer than the other ones.

"You're beautiful, Louis." Harry said when they pulled away from each other. He had Louis' hair in his hand. He'd been using that grip to pull Louis closer.

A few thoughts came back to him, now. Even after so many kisses, Louis was still doubting this whole thing. Is Harry actually real? What about Zayn? Is this wrong?

But Louis brushed those stupid thoughts away and kissed Harry again instead of thinking. He knew he'd just overthink this again- he always did.

"It's getting early." Harry said. Louis didn't know Harry could see the time where Louis was sleeping, but he didn't question it anyhow. "You'll wake up soon."

Louis sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned into Harry. "Hold me until then, yeah? Maybe I won't miss you as much."

A pleased little smile crossed over Harry's lips. "Yeah." And he wrapped his arms around Louis without saying anything else.

Louis actually began to flicker when he began waking up. Harry sighed and let go of him, pressing one last kiss to Louis' lips. "I'll miss you."

"Until next time." Louis said, but his voice was faint. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Until next time." And then Louis was gone.