End Of June | l.s.

He cradled Harry into his arms, holding his head protectively as Harry started sobbing in his chest, the power of his cries shaking his whole body like lightning jolts. And Louis was pervaded by this sense of pity, every whine that escaped from Harry's lips fueled the urge to comfort him, and Louis found himself planting a long kiss in his soaked hair, absorbing the scent of honey and vanilla mixed with sea salt emanating from that mass of curls, Harry's body heath seeped into his veins.

This was his place.