~H~

It had been weeks since he confessed his love, days had come and gone, weather changed from falling leaves to shivering winds. Yet, there was not a single moment he had regretted saying those words.

With winter came the little changes in the town. People preferred to spend the days from early December to late March in warmer cities, Sicily being the prime choice. Jay and Elliot did the same, moving to their other house for the next four months.

Harry did not have a single complain in regard to that, was more than happy upon learning that Louis would be staying with him. The boy had decided to take classes in these four months, studying Literature and Art, and Elliot had asked Harry to mentor him, to take care of him in their absence.

The man was adamant to do just that.

He traced the curve of the boy's neck, watching the skin under his finger break into cold shivers. Taking pleasure in the serene beauty of the sweet boy. His eyes swept over the pristine features presented before him, reminding himself to hold back from devouring this unearthly creature; his sweet creature.

"Stop staring at me like that," Louis whispered, shy and breathy.

"Like what?"

"Like you would tie me to your bed if I even dare to step out of this door," the boy voiced what Harry had been musing at the back of his mind.

"Maybe I would." He raised himself on his elbow, other hand still mapping the soft skin of the boy, gliding down his torso to settle at his waist. "Would you mind?"

Louis shook his head, eyes wide and innocent, lips slightly parted, portraying what could only be someone's wild fantasy. Harry's, to be specific.

Harry closed the space separating them, pressing his lips lightly to the boy's and marvelling the way nimble fingers tangled into his hair.

"You have an early class tomorrow. Sleep."

"I am not a child," Louis frowned, clearly upset at the way his words were framed.

"I did not insinuate that you are one," he clarified, "Wanted to remind you to rest well."

Louis tightened the grip in his hair as he made to pull away. "Stay. Work after I have fallen asleep. Don't like to sleep without you." His words were spoken quietly, as if the boy was wary of showing his vulnerability.

It was not usual that he let Louis sleep alone, but some nights he had to work till late, making him move to his study to let the boy sleep peacefully. He should have known, though. They were too dependent on each other, too much in need of other's constant presence.

"Okay," he kissed under the boy's left eye, and then on his nose, "You should have told me sooner, love."

"Didn't want to come across as desperate."

"Even after I have told you that I would die without you."

Louis' face dimmed at the reminder, as if the thought was physically hurting him. And, it wouldn't be an exaggeration if it did.

"Stop saying that," the boy's words held a plead, his fingers grasping the front of Harry's t-shirt in a firm grip.

Harry kissed him again, laying back at Louis' side to pull him closer.

He watched as the boy's eyes started to droop with passing moments, lips parting in soft breaths as sleep overtook him. He was entranced with everything Louis did. Sometimes his actions were borderline stalkerish due to how obsessed he was. Watching someone while they slept was unusual after all.

But then again, nothing was usual when it came to them.

-

He must have been too engrossed in penning down his thoughts to notice the silhouette by the door-frame. What made him drag his gaze away from the inked paper was the light knock.

A smile curled at his lips when he saw Louis leaning against the door, "What are you doing over there?" He shifted his chair back and opened his arms in invitation for the boy.

Louis dropped the satchel by his feet and clambered onto his lap, dropping a kiss in greeting, "Just waiting for you to notice me."

"I notice you all the time. How was your day?"

"Good. Missed you," Louis mumbled against his neck.

"Me too, love."

"Doesn't seem like it."

Harry raised his eyebrows at the accusation, trying to stifle his smile at Louis' failed attempt to appear mad. "And why is that?"

"You didn't even notice my presence, therefore you mustn't have been bothered by my absence." The scowl on the boy's face would have made Harry laugh if it wasn't for the pout at his lips.

"Oh, love, I missed you like crazy. You have no idea how badly I miss you every second of the day that you are away from me," he confessed, stroking the soft skin under Louis' lip. His breath hitched as the boy sucked at his thumb before kissing it. "Lou..."

"Shh," Louis placed a finger at his mouth before replacing it with his lips. He kissed back slowly, loving the way Louis whimpered when he seeked entrance into the boy's mouth.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Haz," Louis breathed into the space between them, eyes closed and cheeks full of colour.

Harry laughed lightly while nudging Louis' cheek, asking him to open his eyes, "You are really something, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Always surprising me. God, you are amazing," he kissed Louis again, making the boy hold onto him with a squeak as he stood up with his arms around Louis' thighs.

"I can walk!" Louis laughed while Harry was half-way down the stairs.

"Well, I wouldn't be the ideal boyfriend if I don't carry you around."

"Boyfriend," Louis giggled, hiding his face back into Harry's neck, "I like the sound of that."

"You do, don't you, boyfriend?"

"Shut up! Don't make me regret saying it," Louis hit his chest, pinching his nipple when he got no response.

"Alright, alright, cut it out! I am sorry," he made Louis sit on the kitchen counter and stood between his legs. "Now, what do you want for lunch? Want me to cook something or do you wanna go out?"

"It's too cold outside, plus I want to cuddle on the couch."

"How about a stir fry? It will be quick and then we can cuddle, or maybe even... you know," Louis laughed when he wiggled his eyebrows, pushing him away.

"You are a nasty, nasty man. I am not doing anything with you. Now feed me, I am hungry," the boy ordered, trying to contain his amusement.

"Oh the labour I do, but it reaps no reward. What shall a man do? Oh, what should he do?" Harry wallowed, making Louis break into another fit of giggles.

-

He stared at the quaint creature with curiosity. Wondered how and what God could make a person so beautiful. He must have had a great past life, that would be the only justification as to why he was blessed to even lay his eyes on the boy in his arms.

He wanted to shield his lover from all the bad in the world, from anything that was even mildly wrong, from all the sins and violence. Most of all, he wanted to keep the boy by his side at all times; away from any other being. He wanted to take the boy far away from every harm, every person. But those were the thoughts he would never dare to voice. His obsession was beyond what one could fathom, and he would not be able to bear the pain if Louis ever left him.

"I can hear you thinking. It is disturbing me while I study," Louis teased from where he was settled between Harry's legs, turning his neck to grin at him.

"Hm, and what is it that you hear?" He smiled back, losing himself into what was the start of another playful banter. He closed the book that was splayed over the boy's thighs and turned him around to straddle his lap instead.

"I can hear you beg me to stop studying so that you can have your wicked way with me."

"Wicked way? Is that what it is like when we have sex?" He asked in mock accusation.

"Well, for a start, it is mind blowing and earth-shattering, but I have nothing to compare it to, so maybe it's not."

He pushed the boy on his back and crawled over him, grinning as Louis laughed and tried to escape from under him. "It is fucking fantastic and you know it. Say it."

"No," Louis raised his chin and had a look of challenge in his eyes.

"Say it," he spoke in a deeper voice, watching as Louis' eyes fell to his lips.

"No."

"Say it," Harry aligned their hips, smirking when the boy shivered under him, gasping at the pressure at his hardening arousal.

"Fuck," Louis whined when he started to roll his hips. "No. You are a cruel man, Styles."

"Yes, but I am your cruel man," he breathed into the shell of the boy's ear, "So, say it."

"It is fucking fantastic! Love every second of it!" Louis surrendered, slotting their lips together while their hands worked simultaneously to undress each other.

-

The evening sun was slowly disappearing below the horizon. Leaving back an orange tint to the sky. The clouds played with the colour left for them, smudging it into light streaks of red and yellow.

"Harry?"

He tore his gaze away from the sky and onto the lovely boy beside him. A warmth spreading in his chest as he watched the soft smile on the boy's lips, crow feet emerging by his eyes as it turned into a full grin.

"Yes?"

"I have decided something."

"Do tell."

Louis shifted closer to him, resting his head on his shoulder and clasping their hands, legs dangling from the patio floor.

"I want to tell my parents that I like boys-- or well, a man. I want to come out to them, and maybe, if you agree, I want them to know about us."

"Okay," Harry agreed simply, he was a slave to the boy, would do anything on his single command.

Louis looked up at him, eyes uncertain, "Really?"

"If that's what you want, then yes, really."

"But what do you want?"

"I want you happy. And I would do anything for that."

He watched the uncertainty vanish from the boy's eyes, love blossoming in them before he looked away and back at the sky.

But Harry, Harry couldn't tear his eyes away. After all, the boy beside him painted the most beautiful picture, and no sunset could ever rival it. Louis was his sun.

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Finally done with this chapter! Tell me what do you think. :)

//News: wattpad deleted my smut book and I have no plan on publishing the one-shots again. If you want to read them, they are on my ao3 account: Jennifer_Kaid.//