It's Love {larry stylinson}

Chapter Twenty-Seven .

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Last chapter ya'll~
I just want to say thank you so very much, Larry is my life and this was so amazingly fun to write. I couldn't be more blessed with the feedback I've gotten, and the joy writing Larry has brought me.

& I suck at endings. So this sucks reaaaaally bad. And it's probably only one page :( But the epilogue will be better.

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[Harry's P.O.V.]

I couldn't bring myself to knock on the door.

After hours of sulking in the back seat as Paul maneuvered through traffic, I couldn't even knock on the damn door. My hand seemed to be frozen there, knuckles tickling the wooden barrier that blocked me and Louis Tomlinson.

That's all it was. A few inches of hard wood, blocking me from the man of my dreams. And yet I didn't have the courage to just fucking do it.

I sighed loudly, letting my boot make contact with the door frame. I'd come all this way to do what? To just cower out?

If I managed to get past this hiccup, this fear that was keeping me from getting to Louis, everything would be normal again-- I'd have Louis back, and all the crap that'd been shoveled onto our plate over the past few weeks would have been all worth it.

All this pain and tears and heart ache would be worth it. Because they'd be exchanged with laughter and jokes and warm kisses.

Louis was worth it.

And after sorting that through in my head, I finally allowed myself to knock on the door.

I was greeted by a face that I wasn't sure whether I should like or not-- Alexis.

Her minty eyes widened and her jaw dropped, but she picked herself up quickly. "Hi, Harry." She crossed her arms over her frame, and I found she was wearing a party dress. As in, the dress I'd seem her wearing on the gossip show today. The dress from last night. Which meant she had spent the night.

"Erm.. Hey, is Louis around?" The air was heavy with awkwardness as she called over her shoulder into the house. I could hear laughter coming from inside, and Louis's laugh caught my ears. My heart jumped up and I could feel it pounding against my ribcage.

"Yes?" Louis's voice asked, and I saw him slowly appear behind Alexis. His face contorted as Alexis slipped behind him and shut the door.

"Hi," Louis murmured.

"Hi," I mumbled, scuffing my feet. We stayed like that for a few moments before I spoke, worry weighing my voice. The hope and confidence that I had moments ago was gone. I suddenly wished I had brought Louis flowers or something romantic. Maybe the gesture would make Louis feel better about the whole situation.

"Louis, I love you," I sighed, my shaking hands stuffing into my pockets. "I love you alot. And I've messed up so much lately. I've... I've failed you, and destroyed what could be. But I can't stop loving you. I just can't.

"I love everything about you. I love your boyish fringe, and your goofy smile. Even those little gaps in your teeth are perfect." Louis blushed a shade that brought pride to my heart. "I love that blush, Louis. Only I can bring that red to your cheeks," He turned a twinge redder and buried his face in his hands to hide the blooming smile. But I pulled his hands away and held them in my own.

"I love your eyes, the way they change color from time to time. I love bantering with you, and I love your stupid attitude. You're never afraid to say whatever the fuck you want, and you don't even regret it after. That's amazing, Louis. I admire that.

"And what I love most is that you're mine."

Saying that made my voice break, because it wasn't entirely true, now was it? But it kind of was-- "We may not be together now, but you're mine Louis Tomlinson. You're my first true love, and I know I'm yours."

Saying that was like letting air into my lungs for the first time in weeks. I'd told him I loved him before many times, but now he knew why, and the sense of urgency in my voice surely told him that I meant it with all my heart.

And then that was it. I didn't have much else to say, because the words "I love you" just kept repeating in my head.

"Harry," Louis's soothed,and his cool eyes focused on my face."I'm not going anywhere."

I held his hand tighter in mine, and pulled it to my lips. "Promise?" I murmured against his skin. He twisted his hand so that he could link his pinky in my own.

"I promise."