Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Fourty Eight

its horrible to think after this chapter it's one more then it's the book's over.

by the way, no sequel. x

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Christmas arrives and it's sweet. Harry tells his mum Louis and him are moving in with each other, and all of them are overjoyed.

New years, Harry went with Louis to the University and stayed in the dorms for a while. They looked at their apartment. It's perfect. Louis adores it. They spend New Years without drinks or cheers, just alone at a park and watching the late night fireworks occur. Harry's his New Years kiss. Louis is Harry's.

For his birthday, Harry receives some candles from Louis for their soon-to-be-theirs apartment. Turns out the soon-to-be could be removed from the birthday card because Harry gives Louis the keys to their house.

Not everything is totally furnished. The mattress is still on the carpet without a proper bed frame, and some boxes need cleaning out. The lounge and kitchen are separated by a small half wall. Tiles in the kitchen and everything is so modern and clean. Then it's wood for a part of it, then it's carpet at the end where the lounge and small TV sits. The stairs basically separate the wood and carpet, and upstairs leads them to an open one bedroom with a bathroom attached. Harry managed to score the one with the big spa inside it.

Louis wonders how he manages to get this for 100 a week. It's so fucking good though. Louis loves him to pieces for this. Harry's birthday is the first night in at their house. Louis lets Harry fuck him over the counter.

Sex is a big part of their life now, and whenever they're not having it they're actually studying or working. He should be concerned about the fact Harry wants Louis so much, but it's not a huge deal that Louis wants him back. They're still dating, apparently. They haven't made it official yet, which is stupid-ish. Louis can't find the words, or the time, to say it properly because either he's studying his arse off, he's filling his gob up with food or his mouth is spitting out moans. He can't seem to find the right time to ask him.

So when the time actually comes, Louis panics. They're going to spend a weekend alone at the farm in March, the ute in the meadow to get back to old times. Maybe do a thing or two that both of them had in mind. They say it openly, as if it's normal conversation. Except in front of family, of course.

Zayn and Liam don't mind. They're still together. They visit a lot and always bring dinner over. He's pretty fucking sure Harry wants to try something with them, but chains on the almost-a-bed bed tying wrists down is Louis' limitations. The last thing he wants is for Harry to run off with Liam or Zayn because they have a bigger dick or something. Harry's his. Just not... his his, yet.

April brings warmish weather for the start of Spring and Louis goes to University with a goal; to keep smiling every single day. He sees Sam every so often and he's always smiling when he passes, noticing the snappy glare he's sending back. Louis doesn't care. Sam's a bastard, and he sometimes walks with Harry, hand in hand, and it makes him extremely jealous. It's obvious he does, and Louis loves it. He'd kiss him in public, hold his hands and call him sweet names. All the PDA is Harry's favourite part of being able to be with Louis freely. No bullying, no judging.

But all that affection doesn't remove itself when they're alone. They'd kiss whenever they can, that's another thing apart from sex they do. Sometimes Harry would be playing alone down in the studio area near Louis' paint sets and Louis could come from behind and thumb a few strings, ruining Harry's beautiful music. Harry could let him sit on his lap and then he'd teach Louis a bit, like he did with his students.

Harry's business, as Louis would imagine it would be, is not as great as they both had intended. It's getting them the money they need to live, but not for some extra things like a larger TV or a bed frame. Harry has seven students, all of them paying 25 per week for the lessons, including the use of old books and guitar picks. He's thinking about upping the price to 30, but Harry feels bad for some reason and doesn't want to do it. Louis is trying to pressure him to do so, and that's when their first fight happened in the middle of April. Harry slept on the couch for two hours before going back to Louis and crying into his back. Louis cuddled him back to sleep and everything was forgotten in the morning.