When He Came Home From New York (L.S)

Part seven: in which Harry and Louis share breakfast

"Louis! Lou! Snap out of it!" Harry was shaking him now and slowly he was brought back to reality. And Harry was crying. What had he done? "Harry..." he trailed off. Louis placed a delicate hand on Harry's cheek and Harry leaned into the soft touch. "Where did you go Lou?" Harry let out a sob. He was so scared. It was so scary when Louis went away, both physically and mentally. "I-I was in New York." Louis said softly. He looked so vulnerable, so small. He didn't even realise Harry was talking until he looked up at him. He could see his lips moving, but he couldn't hear a thing. So he kissed him. He kissed away his silent words and it felt like New York was forever away. When his lips locked with Harry's everything just seemed to drift away from them. It was only them in those moments. Louis really liked those moments. It was Harry that pulled away first. "W-What was that for?" He said smiling. He was flustered and blushing like crazy. "Because I needed to be brought back home." Louis whispered. And then Harry wanted to cry all over again. This boy was his home and his world all in one. And oh god words couldn't do how much he loved him justice. So he just smiled. Sometimes smiles can say things that words can't. "Come on, let's go eat." Louis said, taking Harry's hand in his own. They padded down the stairs into the kitchen. The croissants looked amazing in all of their buttery deliciousness. "What flavour jam do you want?" Louis said as he walked over to the cupboard. "Strawberry please!" Harry replied. He reached over to get some plates and cutlery. "Shall we eat out on the balcony? It's a beautiful morning." He said, pouring their mugs of coffee and placing the pastries onto the plates. There was no answer so he turned to face Louis. He was standing in the cupboard, arms folded and brows furrowed. "Can't reach." He mumbled in frustration. "Aww poor boo bear! Would you like Hazzie to come lift you up?" Harry said in a baby voice. Usually Harry would receive a middle finger in his face but Louis' tummy was grumbling and he really wanted those croissants so he let Harry wrap his arms around his waist and lift him up. He fumbled around for the jar, knocking a few other condiments over in the process, but eventually he found the right one. Harry gently placed him down on the floor. Harry thought he looked beautiful. His hair was still wet from the shower, eyelashes clustered together, big blue eyes that seemed to draw you in. "What did I do to deserve you?" Harry mumbled. He hadn't realised he'd said it out loud until he noticed Louis laughing. "I'm the lucky one Haz." He giggled before scooping Harry up and peppering his face with tiny kisses. "C'mon babe I'm starving!" Harry laughed as he pried himself away from Louis' tight grip. "You could eat me?" Louis said innocently. Harry just rolled his eyes and gathered the plates and lead Louis out onto the balcony. The sun was shining and the morning air felt warm against their skin. Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the pieces of broken glass glinting in the sunshine. He just stared at them. Louis noticed and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay love." Louis said softly. "No it's not. It's not right." Harry groaned. He rubbed his temples. The memories of what he had done the night before made his head ache. "It may not be right, but it's okay Harry." Louis said with a sort of sad smile. He snaked an arm around Harry's waist and guided him through the broken glass. They sat down at the small table, sipping their coffee and feeling content. Louis stared at Harry with eyes as big as saucers. Harry looked like he belonged in a perfect Italian summer in 1989. His hair was swept messily backwards and he had slid on a pair of Ray-Bans. They were perched on the bridge of his nose as he read the Sunday paper. His yellow shorts were just that bit too short, showing of his muscular thighs. Behind him was a beautiful peach tree, gorgeous sunset-coloured fruit dotted along the the branches. It provided a little shade, casting a dappled light over the pair. This perfect image looked like something out of a renaissance painting. "You're beautiful." Louis said. He stared fondly across the table. His head was cradled in his hands. "I'm so sorry about last night." Harry said glancing back over at the glass. "Harry what did I say about saying sorry!" Louis said reaching out to take Harry's hand in his. "Sorry."
"Harry!"
"Sorry!"
"Harry Styles you are impossible!" Louis exclaimed. Harry just smiled down at their hands that were now intertwined perfectly like pieces in a puzzle. "I love you." He whispered. "I love you too." Louis leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Harry's lips. Harry turned back to his paper. "Listen Harry I wanted to talk to you about something." Louis said tentatively. Harry looked up. "Yeah?" he said with a smile.
"I need to go back to New York."

A/N: So maybe I lied and didn't update when I said I would. Sorry about that. Ok but I have 45 reads....what?!! That's crazy!
Yours sincerely,

H