~H~

To the one who made me realise the value of life, who stopped me from giving up, who kissed me and made everything a sight to behold, who loved me when I couldn't.

To my Golden Boy.

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Harry finished wrapping Louis' present. A delicate smile playing on his lips everytime he imagined Louis' response. He was hopeful that the boy would love it, because for the first time Harry himself had loved what he had written.

He left the wrapped book on his study and sauntered back to his bedroom to join Louis. The boy was still asleep, naked under the blanket. He wondered sometimes how someone could fall asleep so quick and for so long. He could hardly manage to sleep more than three hours continuously. Even if Louis was next to him, his instincts would wake him up to check if the boy was alright, if he was still with him.

That was something Harry had come to terms with, he could never stop worrying over the boy. He had lost too may people, and Louis would not be one of them.

He sat next to the sleeping figure and ran his hand down the warm back of his lover, watching as the skin pimpled before settling. He could stay like that forever, watching the boy and ensuring that he was safe.

Louis was his Sun and he could do nothing but revolve around him, bask in his light to stay alive.

He adjusted the blanket to cover the boy up to his shoulders and reluctantly left the room to go back to work. His work seemed dull to him. He did enjoy creating characters and making people fall in love with them, but he was missing something. He wasn't sure what, yet.

Time seemed to drag on as he went through the mails his readers had sent. The critics praised his works, other than a few who called it an 'unrealistic notion of love'. Harry would have agreed a few months ago, that the love he described in his books was nowhere to be found. But things were different now.

He saw a figure from the corner of his eye, lingering by the door and trying to get his attention.

He turned to the boy with a smile, throat drying when he realised that Louis was draped only in one of his jumpers.

"You will catch a cold, darling," he reprimanded, moving his chair back when Louis climbed into his lap.

"Then keep me warm," the boy mumbled sleepily into his neck. "What are you doing?"

"Answering some mails."

Louis looked at him for a few seconds before dropping his gaze down again. His voice came out wary when he spoke, "You still haven't told me."

Harry knew what the boy was referring to and placed a finger under his chin to make him look up, "I promised to tell you when the time is right." He picked up the wrapped gift and handed it to Louis, "Happy birthday."

"Don't change the topic," Louis frowned, paying no mind to the gift.

"Just open it, please."

Louis huffed and got off his lap, moving around the table and plopping down on the arm-chair. Harry watched him unwrap the gift carefully, a smile breaking through even though the boy was pretending to be mad.

The first expression to grace the boy's face was confusion, head tilting as he scanned the words on the book cover.

"Golden Boy," Louis whispered under his breath.

Harry could see his head swimming with questions. He gulped in anticipation when Louis' eyes widened, realising that the boy must have read the name, Edward H.

"How--? What is-? Where did you--?" Louis failed to complete his sentences.

The more the time passed, the more anxious Harry got. But as Louis started to turn the pages, reading one after the other with all his attention, smiling and blushing with each line, eyes watering at some parts, Harry's heart settled down.

They sat in silence for however long it took Louis to finish the book. It must have been hours but Harry couldn't care less about that. He watched each emotion unfurl on the boy's face, rejoicing in the knowledge that he was the one to make Louis smile.

When the last page ended, Louis closed the book and hugged it to his chest, a silent tear rolling down his cheek. He stood up without a word and Harry's heart thuded dangerously in his chest, unsure of how the boy would react.

Louis stopped a step in front of him and Harry had to take a breath before pulling himself up. Their eyes never left other's face, gauging each other's emotion.

"It was you, it was always you," Louis whispered. Harry couldn't decipher his words, but the tone suggested that the boy wasn't mad at him. "You made fall in love with your words, and then you made me hate you, and then you made fall so deeply in love with you that I feel like I would crumble without you."

Harry pulled Louis close, hugging the boy to his chest and breathing into his neck, relief flooding over him.

"I love you, you big sap," Louis laughed wetly.

"I love you, too," Harry kissed him deeply, the book still wedged between them but all his attention was on kissing the boy with intent.

"I am your Golden Boy?"

Harry reciprocated the smile on Louis' face, kissing him once more and nodding, "You are my Golden Boy."

"I never thought someone could love me this much. You wrote a book for me, Haz," the boy's voice was full of disbelief and wonder.

"I never thought I could love someone so much so that I wrote a whole book for them."

"This is the best present I have ever received," Louis told him honestly, eyes welling up again, "Thank you."

"Anything for you, darling."

-

The heat from the fireplace kept them warm along with the blankets they had laid out in front of it. The soaring flames and the fairy lights around the Christmas tree were the only things providing light inside the room. The place was too cozy and Harry was pretty sure that they would end up falling asleep right there.

Louis was mindlessly drawing patterns on his chest, his thoughts occupied somewhere else and Harry knew better than to interrupt his thoughts.

The boy had made him read the whole book after dinner, cuddling right where they were now. He had gone on to ask a number of questions then, about when Harry had started writing it, and what was he thinking when he wrote a particular verse.

Harry had recalled all the incidences and his thoughts from when he had written each word, watching Louis blush deeper and deeper as he told everything to the boy.

"I have another question," Louis spoke quietly, as if unsure of whether to ask or not. Harry nodded to encourage him, at ease with anything the boy wished to know. Louis looked at him with uncertainty and propped himself up on his elbow. "You said that I had a poor taste in literature. Does that mean that you used to hate your works?" The boy had a sad look in his eyes and it did not settle well with Harry.

"I did," he chose to be honest even if he knew that it would do nothing to replace the sad look, "I used to hate all of my works. But I don't anymore. Because of you. You make me believe in myself."

Louis smiled and resumed his previous position. "So you knew all along that I was a fan of your novels. Did you take a secret pleasure in that?"

"Not at first. I thought you were crazy for liking them, but you were so passionate whilst defending them. So, I instead tried to see what you saw."

"And what did you see?"

"That I am a genius," he smirked, earning a light slap to his chest and a giggle from the boy.

"You are a nuisance," Louis rolled his eyes, still smiling despite himself. "Why 'Golden Boy'?"

"Because you..." Harry rolled them to settle between the boy's legs, capturing him between his arms and kissing his lips, "... are my Sun."

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