Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

xxxv

Love may be passing
and leave little behind
yet that is enough.

It's been nine months, almost a year, since Louis has been with Harry in human form. The couple haven't had a hiccup in all their months if being together, just pure joy and bliss. It's also almost time for Harry's mother's one year of being deceased. Harry's glad, though, that the time surrounding his mother's death was filled with meeting, and getting to know Louis. It gives the man something to smile about, but both know those few weeks coming up will be the toughest for him every year. It's no fret to Louis, however, because he feels comfortable enough to help Harry through it.

It's morning when Louis feels a kiss on his cheek, and he giggles before turning his head to meet the lips with his own. "Good morning."

Harry moves on top of him, sliding himself between the dolls legs. Their noses bump together, eyes locked on each other, and their hands traveling the other's body. Harry grabs Louis' hand, kisses his knuckles, and nuzzles his neck. "Last night was amazing. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No." Louis whispers into his curls, massaging the man's scalp. Memories of the prior night flood the doll's mind: the caressing, foreplay, sweet nothings whispered to each other, the noise of moans and skin slapping skin, and their bodies tangled between the sheets while the moon's light shines in. Louis' body heats up at the mere thought of doing it all again. "I loved it. I love sex."

Harry gives a hearty laugh, his voice becoming high pitched before he covers his mouth. Louis laughs with him, never embarrassed of what he says. "What we did is called making love, butterfly. There's a difference."

"Making love." Louis whispers. "Do you love me, Harry?"

His eyes are wide, and innocent. Harry kisses his chest. "I do. I love you."

The doll grins. They've been dating for so long, and Louis's been waiting quite a while to hear those three words fall from the man's lips. It gives him a burst of confidence, fulfillment, and sheer joy. "I love you too."

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"Liam!" Louis shouts when he sees the man down the street, and picks up his pace in walking. Harry's dragged along since his hand is practically attached to Louis', but the man doesn't complain. "Liam!"

"I hear you, Lou." Liam laughs, and holds up a hand as a signal to stop. Louis listens, and looks up when his friends points above him. "You're going to pass the restaurant trying to meet me."

Liam hugs the small figure when he reaches him, and hugs Harry all the same. Louis peaks behind Liam like a puppy looking for a new friend or toy. "Where's your date?"

"Don't tell me your third wheeling again so you can get a free meal." Harry points a finger at him. "You're paying your part this time, Payne."

"Alright," he laughs and looks at Harry's outfit, "aren't you cold? It's windy."

Harry's wearing high waisted, loose pants with a black blouse. To Louis, who picked out the clothes, it frames him nicely. The man's gotten more buff from a proper diet and work outs, something the doll refuses to do because he loves sweets and slouching about. The blouse shows his broad shoulders, and the ratio from those shoulders to his thin waistline.

"I'm pretty warm, actually." Harry shrugs, and Liam hums. He leads the couple inside, and Louis looks up when he hears a bell chime above them.

"I thought only Jo had that." He whispers, and Harry chuckles. Louis looks at him, and blushes. Harry doesn't say anything, he just kisses the fluffy hair on top of the doll's head.

"There he is." Liam smiles, and leads them to a far corner. Louis can't see past Liam because he's small, but he hears the fond in his friend's voice. "Of course you would choose the table furthest from the crowded area."

"I like to have some privacy." Louis hears the mystery man stand, and he hugs Liam. Louis can tell he's tan because he sees the arms wrapped around his friend, and Louis stares at the nails on the man's hands. They're well kept, yet bare, which meant the man couldn't be terrible.

"Harry, you've met Zayn before." Liam pulls away from Zayn, and steps aside so the three can see each other. There Liam's date stood: tall, dark, freshly shaved, tatted, and handsome.

"Didn't you try to set us up?" Harry raises an eyebrow at Liam.

Liam just blushes. "He was the date you stood up. Louis, this is Zayn. I mentioned him the first night we hung out. I was also... going to set you two up... ha."

Zayn side eyes Liam with amusement before shaking the couple's hands. "He sets me up with anyone, but himself. I'm shocked he had to balls to ask me."

Harry laughs, and Louis lets out a soft giggle. Liam clears his throat, places a hand at the bottom of Zayn's back, ever so gently, and motions to the table of four empty seats. "Let's sit. Standing is tiring."

"Afraid you may pass out from embarrassment?" Zayn teases as they sit, and Louis notices just how fast the two immerse themselves in their own world. It's quite like puppy love: fresh, vibrant, and Louis hopes it lasts. He knows he, and Harry were the same— still are— and it's the best feeling in the world to have someone to fully understand, and empathize with.

Louis smiles at the couple across from them. Liam's been bragging about a beautiful boy for about three months now, not telling anyone the details about his mysterious lover, but it was quite clear: Liam's day-to-day life was brightened immediately, and immensely after dating this person. Louis's been one of— if not the most— eager to meet the man who made Liam's heart race just by thought or text.

Now, Louis can see why. Zayn radiates positive energy, calm and soothing waves, and has the prettiest aura surrounding him. Louis feels no negative intent, and it eases him quickly. Zayn seems pure hearted, and Louis can't guess why Liam's been able to stay single around a man like this for so long.

"You're staring." A voice whispers in his ear, and he turns to see Harry watching him with amusement. "Don't tell me his good looks took you from me."

Louis grins, and squeezes the large hand he's been holding this whole time. "Not a chance. My place is by your side."

So, when I said 'ending soon', I kind sorta definitely meant four to five chapters. That leaves three to four left after this one. Oop—

This is technically Tuesday's update (12 am where I am) and I hope you like my haiku xx