Dear Louis ⋆Larry Stylinson⋆

Six

3 months later

"LOUIS?"

Louis' eyes widens as he sees his favorite curly boy in front of his doorstep at 2AM. But something is missing. His dimply smiles and bright twinkling eyes. His eyes are damps and swollen.

"Harry? What happened?" He asks worriedly.

Harry keeps silent, he don't say any word, instead, he leans into Louis, snuggles into his chest and cries.

Louis immediately hugs the poor boy tightly in his arms, stroking Harry's back gently.

"Shhhh, it's okay Harry. I'm here now, don't cry, baby," he whispers into Harry's ear.

"N-Nick.. He's cheating on me," Harry weakly says and he buries his face on Louis' chest.

Louis is fuming, all his life he had never hurts Harry's feeling.

He kisses Harry's hair softly.

"You were right Louis, he's a douchebag. That asshole," Harry sobs on Louis' chest. He's much taller than Louis now, but he doesn't care.

"Shhh don't cry baby, please. He's not worth your tears. I know you're strong. After all, a beautiful boy like you doesn't need a scumbag like him in your life don't you?"

Harry lifts up his head slowly and smiles. He stares at the beautiful blue eyes in front of him. The eyes that always calms him. He always knows his best place to go when he's sad. Louis is always there for him. Louis is Harry's home.

And he feels dumb because how come he just realized this now.