505 || l.s. short story

10

"These flowers are so pretty!" Louis ran towards a big bed of dahlias. "Harry, can we have a garden?"

"We'll have every flower you want."

"Woah! Harry look at those flowers!" Louis ran in the direction of a smaller flower bed. He looked at the name of the flowers and smiled. "Gladiolus."

Harry watched as Louis ran from flower to flower, and yelled out all the names and the ones he wanted for their garden.

"Rosemallows? Like marshmallows but rose." Louis laughed at his own joke.

Harry could've sat there all day, simply to listen and smile at Louis. He walked over to Louis and pulled out a ziplock bag filled with chocolate raisins.

"Want some?" Harry handed the bag over to Louis and Louis eagerly took a handful and began to toss them up into the air and catch them in his mouth.

"Thanks." Louis kissed Harry and threw some more raisins. Harry took Louis' hand and Louis' attention was now all focused on Harry.

"Louis," Harry's lips curled as he began. "There isn't a thing I wouldn't do to keep you safe. As soon as we met, I knew you were the one I'd spend my days thinking about and spend my nights dreaming about. I keep falling in love with you and each time is harder than the last. Each time, the feeling gets deeper, more complete, more enchanting. The more love I give you, the more I have bursting inside of me. . .crazy huh?"

"Harry—"

"I'm almost finished." Harry cleared his throat and continued. "It just feels so right, always. It's like the more love we share, the more it continues to multiply."

"I wish I could say the same about these chocolate raisins." Louis smiled as he grabbed the last few raisins. His smile was one of happiness, it was like a ray of sunshine and Harry was the sunburn.

"There's more in the car."

"Really? Can we go grab them? Actually, no. I'm sorry, I interrupted you. Please continue, it's beautiful, really. Very deep, it's very sweet and Harry of you. That sounded better in my head. I get nervous when you say stuff like this. Not nervous in a bad way, it's just you usually tend to be heading in a certain direction when you talk this— this sentimental? Is that the right word? You're the one who knows the big words, I just ramble. I'm not sure which direction you're trying to go to. Right now, it seems like more of a highway than a road and you're speeding. I should arrest you. Sorry, again. Continue." Louis gave Harry a quick kiss and munched on the last raisins in his hand.

"Maybe I should head that direction now. Louis, will you be my lover boy?"

"Lover boy? Interesting choice of words Styles." Louis put his arms around Harry's neck and slowly pulled him in, closer to his face. "I'd be the happiest man on earth."

"I love you, my beautiful Louis."

"And I love you, lover boy."