"I knew right away that you were it for me, there were no reservations or second thoughts, I saw you and in an instant knew in it my bones, (...)"

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Chapter 14:
Midnight memories

Louis just watched as the bloke's face turned red in anger.

"Loueh!" Harry yelled as the boy froze in realisation that he hadn't thought things through.

The curly haired boy, though, knew what was coming. And so he ran to grab Louis' hand and pulled him inside closing the door in the blonde man's face before he could touch the feathery haired boy, that Harry took much into account.

"Fuckin'!" Louis and Harry both heard the curse coming from the other side of the door. They looked at each other with an unconcious grin of relief before chuckles erupted from their mouths like innocent kids running around on the playground.

Louie didn't know why his heart felt lighter as he saw Harry's eyes wrinkle up and his dimples show. But Harry knew why his heart felt lighter as he watched with fondness as Louie's eyes light up.

Then moment came when both realised their hands were still attached onto each other, and quickly they untangled them.

The room fell to silence, and although the spark of shine in their eyes remained, their smiles faded.

"Do all of these guys treat you like that?" Louie asked, his voice low but firm, in realisation.

Harry looked at the ground. "No." And walked further into the house.

Louie wanted to persist in continuing the conversation, but that was immediately overshadowed by Harry's home and it's peculiarities.

It smelled of old carpets, dust and roses. Kind of how an old person's place would smell like. Not coincidently it's appearence matched the smell perfectly. Although the low lighting that peaked through the windows, the boy could see floral drapes, wooden furniture and blank walls.

What trully surprised Louie were the objects that filled the shelves. Harry had books and books. Old and new, tidily fit in eveywhere possible.

Louie took more notice of a shelf down the hall, as his fingertips ran through the details of the covers, books of poetry, classics, in latin, in french. It was crazy. It made Louis' interest grew bigger. Had Harry read all of these?

The place looked small and there were frames both on top of the furniture or hanging on the walls that had nothing on it. It was just the frame...

Louie frowned, quizzical, astonished as to how he could be learning more information on Harry for the first time and it only raising more questions.

Harry was no where to be seen as Louis wondered around. A white tiled kitchen, a small living room with yet another shelf of books and a turn lead to another hall that had three doors.

Red carpeted floors and white walls. Harry layed on the white sheets of the wooden couples bed in his room, still in only his white boxers, with his eyes closed like he was sleeping as Louie could see on the dim lighting from the two small windows, on each side of the bed, both with the same beautiful floral drapes in the rest of the house.

This room, notably, smelled different. It smelled of cologne. It smelled of Harry.

Louie walked inside, curious, bathed on the quiet and peaceful moment, fixating his eyes on Harry's inked tummy raising up and down as he breathed.

He paced slowly over to the bed, his gaze intense on the taller boy's body. Harry had opened his sleepy eyes and noticed Louie coming in already.

The blue eyed boy sat on the matress next to Harry, the cologne scented room intoxicating him.

And in that hipnotizing intoxication Louie's eyes fell upon Harry's pale skin, and his fingertips brushed against the boat drawn on his arms. "What does this one mean?"

"The boat?" Harry gulped, cold tingles rushed through his body, his eyes on Louie's fingers that skeammed through his derm, pressing softly. The boy nodded.

"Just... a gettaway." Harry answered. Louie smiled, nodding again.

Then his fingertips traced down. "Is this the death card?" Harry shook his head 'yes'. "Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Shaking hands?" Louis fingers made circles on the boy's skin, making Harry's breathing shaky.

"Hands grasping onto one another." The curly haired boy corrected.

Louie moved Harry's arm to reveal more of his skin. "You booze, you loose?" Louie asked.

"It's... it's just a reminder." Harry looked lightly affected by that, so Louie didn't push it. But he couldn't help starting to map all the information on his brain and form questions that he desperatedly wanted answers to.

"What about the detailed human heart right here?"

"It's stupid." Harry commented, looking away.

"Tell me." Louie requested leaning down in a whisper, making Harry look back, green meeting blue. "Please?"

"Nobody ever- gave me- .... Nobody ever..."

"Nobody ever gave you their heart so..." Harry nodded.

"I was young. It's silly." Harry said making Louie let out a soft chuckle. He wished it was pure, as he was covering up the fact that it simply broke his heart that Harry thought these things.

Silence filled the space after that, the tension grew thicker.

"How about..." Louie drew imaginary paths up Harry's arm, onto his hard exposed chest, leaving Harry's skin with goosebumps. "...these birds? What do they mean?"

Harry shrugged. "Love."

Louie hummed, before sliding his index finger down the middle of Harry's chest stopping at the top of his abdomen. "And this butterfly?"

Harry looked up, raising his neck unconfortably to look at Louie's hand on his bare skin, before plopping his head down to observe the boy who didn't even notice the adoring gaze on him. His strong neck, his jaw, the stubble on his cheeks. Harry dreamed of gliding his lips down that jawline, feel that stubble against his own skin and attach his mouth and teeth to that neck.

He got distracted before feeling Louie's fingertips tracing further down his belly, close to the hem of his boxers. "What do the laurel leafs mean?" Louie asked before shifting his gaze to find that Harry had his eyes already set on him.

"It represents peace." Harry answered.

"So love, freedom and peace?" It almost felt like Louie was doing it on purpose to tease the living shit out of the taller boy, going around touching Harry like that.

But Louie wasn't, he was drawn to the beauty that curly haired angel's body exuded like a magnet. He was also curious about Harry's deepests emotions and thoughts, and he seemed to have taken a rather interesting path in discovering them.

"Things I can't?" Louie's eyes ended falling on a tiny sentence, written close right after his elbow, on the inside of his arm, he hadn't noticed yet, but there it was and the boy struggled to understand it.

Harry sat up with that, and putting his arms out in front of him he showed on the other side of his arm, right on the same spot 'Things I can' .

Louie read both back and forth repeatedly, before looking up, immediately noticing Harry's face too close to his. Their eyes locked gaze and in Louie's eyes there was something, something Harry couldn't read, he couldn't begin to understand.

"You crave for intimacy. That is your biggest fear, it's being alone." Louis' voice was a whisper, perhaps because his heart sunk.

Harry's eyes filled with water. He felt attacked, making him disconnect his eyes from Louie's. "It's not a fear." He said.

"Is that why you lied to me? So I wouldn't run away?"

"Lied?" Harry was not sure what Louie meant and his chest was already hurting.

"Zayn told me you two slept together."

Harry frowned. "I can't be bothered with this, right now." He got up, scooting away from Louie, who followed the boy with his gaze. Harry walked up to the door and stared the boy in the eye, tears on his cheeks and his jaw clenched. "Get out."

Louie was taken aback, frowing in confusion. He got up, unsure of what to say. He didn't want to leave. He walked up to him before his stubborness gave him a push to simply say.

"I just... I don't know why you left-" Louie looked at a loss of words as he stood up in front of the curly boy.

"It's none of your concern." Sometimes Louie forgot how intimidating Harry's voice could sound because of how deep it was. Most of the time it was heaven to hear him speak.

"Yeah, it is. You were at my house for god knows how long, and now in five minutes I learned more about you then I have while you were there. But that is not my fault. However I know it will be my fault if I leave like you said I should because I think that is not really what you want!" Louie spoke so fast he was sure one more sentence and he would pass out, out of breath. "You don't want to be alone, well here is your opportunitty!"

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Blue eyes danced with green ones in the dark of the room. They layed in bed, side by side, surrounded by silence. Harry had asked Louie to stay after a while of none of them speaking and the boy obeyed.

In Louie's head everything was a blur. Not about who Harry was, or if he should have gone home instead. But about what he was feeling. Up to this point he was ignoring complications, ignoring thinking about what Harry meant to him. What all of this meant for Louie.

He was just going along.

But, right before Harry closed his eyes to sleep, he leaned in, pressing a kiss on the corner of Louis' mouth softly before nuzzling in to fall asleep.

A rush, a flutter stirred in Louis' stomach. He couldn't just go along anymore.

It was not platonic. Louie wanted to touch him, he had sexual thoughts about him.

What the fuck was going on?

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QUESTION #1: Why does Harry have frames with no photos on them?

QUESTION #2: Was the house described the house you pictured Harry lived in?

QUESTION #3: What made Louie conclude that Harry desired for intimacy? And was he right about it?

QUESTION #4: Anything you picked up on about Harry's past or personality? Mention it here ;)

QUESTION #5: What is Harry's void/emptiness?

QUESTION #6: What does Harry feel and want from Louie?

QUESTION #7: What does Louie feel for Harry and why is it so hard for him to catch onto it?

A/N: Heyah!

Louis is so wonderfully observant, I love writing his character. He is so smart :)

To write this chapter I listened to so much classical musical, my fingers even trembled. It was amazing.

I wanted to light candles but MY LIGHTER GOT FREGGIN LOST AND I HAD ONE MATCH LEFT! Needless to say that match burnt out before I could light the candle..... It was so sad!

BUT life goes on. So I just let Beethoven carry me away and write that tattoo tracing scene.

Sorry it took so long to update, I'll try to get a new chapter up as soon as possible.

See you next time!