Painting Deathly Secrets Larry AU

Six

Author's Note: I'm listening to all of the stars while writing this, and also, this is filled with "sit back and admire what he's like" head canon, oh and the last part of this made me squeal, I can't wait for your reactions : D

Warning: remember this book has a lot of gore, and horrifying descriptions, please be aware of this and read cautiously, if you can't read the parts with gore on them, kindly stop reading, skip it if you can and enjoy the rest of the fluff,

again, read this with caution, thank you.

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It had been 3 days since the rooftop incident happened. Harry didn't leave Louis' sight, ever, not even once, Louis thought Harry leaves him but no, Harry was there staring, listening, he just makes himself invisible when Louis needs some privacy, a time alone, most of the time he "leaves" Louis when Louis wants to paint, the silence and the privacy helps him paint.

It was already 3 in the morning, Harry was awake, as always he was admiring the brunette boy sleeping beside him, Harry even makes sure that Louis was comfortable with the blankets and the pillows he was generously given. Harry wanted to hug Louis tightly and do subtle kisses on his forehead, But Harry kept his hands to himself, he didn't want Louis freaking out once he wakes up with Harry's lips on his skin.

Harry wanted a lot of things, he realized he wanted to see what Louis was like outside of the school, he wanted to find out where Louis really lived, who are his friends? Does he even have any friends? "Of course he does, why wouldn't he have any friends, he's … beautiful" Harry whispered an answer to himself.

He wanted most things that involved Louis, from finding out who's Louis' parents is --or would he remember them somehow if he already met them in the past-- to the ones where the big question is asked "Why can't Louis remember being a part of the memory" Harry wanted an answer to every single thing he listed, especially the last one.

Harry grabbed Louis' hand that was away from his body and intertwined his fingers with his, he brought it up to his lips and kissed it, he looked at Louis and smiled when he saw that he was still sleeping. Harry kept his hands on Louis the whole time and just laid there looking out at the window behind Louis, it was still dark but Harry can see the moon outside, Harry closed his eyes and waited till the morning sun comes.

The morning sun hasn't come out yet but Louis was already awake, he felt Harry's hand on his and gave it a tight squeeze, he opened his eyes but didn't see anything, just a black mist. He felt the familiar shiver that went through his spine up to his neck, he immediately closed his eyes.

"This is it" Louis whispered to himself, hopefully Harry won't do anything to distract him from the memory.

*read warning*

Harry was being dragged -by his ankle- by a big man that looked like he was on his 30's, the man ambled towards the stairs, he dragged Harry up the stairs without a care that Harry's head was hitting every step with a loud thud. When they reached the third floor the man looked through every room and found Harry's room, the man didn't know it was Harry's room, it was only room that was open so he went inside.