A/N: So I set a goal last week in group to write for at least an hour everyday. For now it will consist of working on oneshots until I refresh where I was going with fanfics, but once I'm back into the swing of things I will update. I finished chemo on the 3rd so I have a few weeks off before radiation so I'm going to work really hard for you guys. Love you all and thanks for sticking with me! xx

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Summary: Calling me cute is nice, calling me hot is great, but calling me yours is all I want.

Louis Tomlinson was head over heels in love with Harry Styles, anyone with eyes could see that. They've been dating for the last 6 years and things have been perfect. Louis knows Harry is the man he wants to be in his future. The one he buys his first home with, the one he marries and has children with, everything. He knows Harry is his, that he's the one; But he's not so sure he's Harry's.

Harry always tells him he loves him, calls him cute nicknames, but he's never claimed Louis as 'his'. He knows it's a bit bizarre to want someone to claim him, but, he just wants to know that Harry feels the same. That Harry wants all the things Louis wants. He wants to hear 'You're mine.'

"Hey there cutie," Harry smiled, pecking Louis on the lips as they met up after school.

"Hey," Louis smiled, taking Harry's hand in his own. "You coming over to my place again?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, my sister's visiting for the week," He said making a funny face afterwards to show he was annoyed, but happy by her presence.

Louis just smiled. "What do you think we'll be doing that we can't be at your house?"

Harry squeezed Louis' hand a little tighter. "I don't plan on doing anything, but you never know where the afternoon will take us. Don't think I didn't notice the skinnies your wearing. Hottie."

Louis laughed softly. They were an old faded black pair, but they hugged his curves- especially his ass- in all the right places and he knew that. Always used it to his advantage when he wanted Harry. "I have no idea what you're talking about. These were the only clean pants I have."

"Sure they were," Harry said.

Soon enough they arrived at Louis' house, tossing their bags onto the floor before making their way up to Louis' room. Harry laid back on Louis' bed letting Louis curl up against him. "I can't believe we graduate in a month," Louis noted quietly, trying his best to to disturb the calming presence in the room.

"It is sort of crazy, but I'm excited."

"What uh, what are we going to do?"

"What do you mean? I thought we agreed to get an apartment near campus together?"

Louis hummed in response, fisting his hand into Harry's t-shirt afraid of losing him. "I know I mean, in general."

Harry sat up a bit, pulling Louis with him. "What are you talking about Louis?"

Louis shrugged, not daring to look Harry in the eyes. "I just. We've been together for a long time now and, I just don't know where we're headed."

"I love you Louis, you know that right? Where ever we're headed we're heading their together," Harry tried to assure, holding Louis tighter.

"I know you love me, I love you too. I'm so in love with you it hurts sometimes, but it just seems as though we're always living in the now. Never really thinking about our future, if their is one for us. Well, I think about it at least," He said softly.

Harry turned sideways, both boys now facing one another. "What brought this one Louis? Of course I think about our future together."

Louis shrugged. "I don't know. It's just, am I yours?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, you call me cute all the time which is nice, you also call me hot which is great, but, sometimes I just want to hear that I'm yours."

Harry offered Louis and small smiled, lifting his chin up and kissing him softly. "You are mine Louis. You're all mine. You my past, my present, and my future. You're my everything," Harry promised. "I'm sorry I never really said that, I guess I just thought you knew. I love you Louis, so so much."

"Really?"

Harry nodded, pulling Louis' by the waist so he was on his lap. "Do I need to show you how much you're mine?"

Louis smirked. "Possible."

Harry tossed Louis back on the bed climbing on top of him. "When I'm done with you, everyone will know who you belong to," He growled in Louis' ear. 

"I love you Harry Styles."

"And you're mine Louis Tomlinson."

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A/N2: I know, it's super short and not the best, but I am soooo tired right now and I have an appointment soon so have antoehr CT scan and check my mask so I want to relax before that. Probably going to work on the last month of Getting There tomorrow. Hoping to have that up soon! :)