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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson, Zayn_Malik/Harry_Styles
  Character:
      made_up_character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      louis_is_a_ghost, mentions_of_12_year_old_harry_wanking, harry_is_14_so
      its_kind_of_underage_because_louis_is_16_but_who_cares_right, Forbidden
      Love, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs, Snogging, angst-ish, dramatic_ending_but_also
      a_good_ending
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-07-04 Words: 6655
****** They say that love is forever, your forever is all that i need ******
by tomlinbum
Summary
     Louis is a ghost that died in the house that Harry moves into. They
     become friends, but eventually that turns into more and people (well,
     ghosts) aren't very happy-go-lucky about it.
Notes
     so ive been working on this for a while and i am actually in love
     with this and really proud of it and i've been wanting to write a
     ghost louis one shot forever and i finally came up with a good idea
     and plot and gah, i just. im really happy with how this came out.
See the end of the work for more notes
Harry moves to Doncaster with his mum and older sister when he’s eight.
His mum shows him where his room is, plopping his mattress onto the floor and
placing a stack of boxes against the wall.
“Start unpacking whatever you want, okay? I’ll call you when it’s time for
dinner,” Anne tells him, kissing his head.
Harry smiles and then goes to his boxes, opening one and peering inside. This
box has all his toys in it. He pulls out a toy care and pushes it around the
room, running into something. When he looks up, he sees a man standing above
him.
“Who are you?” Harry asks, standing up. His question isn’t rude; just curious.
“I’m Louis,” the man says, smiling down at Harry, “And you’re Harry, yes?”
Harry nods. “Yes, my name is Harry. What are you doing here? This is my house.”
“I live here,” Louis proclaims, sitting down on Harry’s mattress on the floor.
Harry shakes his head, “No, you don’t. Mum, Gem, and me just moved in today. We
live here. You can’t live here if we live here already.”
“Can you keep a secret, Harry?” Louis asks, leaning closer to where Harry’s
still standing, holding his toy care.
Harry nods, quickly. “Yes, I can! I am very good at keeping secrets.”
Louis smiles. “Do you know what a ghost is, Harry?”
Harry nods, “Yes, it’s when someone dies, but they don’t pass on and they turn
into a ghost, and live on earth with people.”
“Well, I’m a ghost,” Louis replies, “And I lived here when I was alive, so this
is my home, even though I’m not alive anymore. Is it okay with you if I stay
living here, with you and your family?”
Harry ponders the idea for a minute.
“Are you a nice ghost?” Harry asks.
Louis laughs, “Yeah, I’m a nice ghost.”
“Okay!” Harry agrees, “You can share my room! We can be friends!”
“Okay,” Louis replies, “But you can’t tell anyone about me, okay, Harry? This
has to stay between me and you.”
Harry nods, “Remember? I am good at keeping secrets!”
------
Three years later and Harry and Louis are best friends. Harry tells Louis
everything, even about how a girl in his grade when he was 10 tried to kiss him
(yuck!). He spends most of his time in his room, so that he can hang out with
Louis.
Harry is now 12 years old and he is freaking out.
“Lou?” he asks one day after he’s positive everyone has gone to bed. He has
school tomorrow, and he should be in bed by now, but he doesn’t care.
“Yeah, H?” Louis replies from where he’s sitting across the room.
“My willy feels funny,” Harry says, almost whining.
Louis freezes, “What kind of funny?”
“Like, it’s all… hard and it’s poking up and stuff and it hurts. I dunno what
to do, Lou,” Harry replies, actually whining this time.
Louis’s eyes close for a split second and then reopen, his gaze almost dark.
“My mate, Zayn, told me he gets like this sometimes. He told me you just have
to rub your willy until some white stuff comes out and it feels real good. I
tried rubbing it, Lou, but it won’t stop,” Harry says, sobbing.
Louis sighs, “I can’t help you, H. Figure it out yourself.”
“Please,” Harry whines, “Please, just tell me what to do, help me make it go
away, please, Lou.”
Louis pinches the bridge of his nose as his head lolls back and Harry keeps
rubbing at his stiff willy with two layers of clothes in between his willy and
his hand.
“You have to – like, wrap your hand around it and then start to rub it. It’s
called wanking, yeah? If you need more help, google it or summat,” Louis says
and then he uses his ‘ghost powers’ (as Harry likes to call them) to make
himself disappear.
Harry pulls his trousers down a bit until they’re halfway down his thighs and
then pulls his willy out of the slit in his pants. He wraps a hand around it,
tugging at it. It only takes him a few tugs until the white substance Zayn had
told him about comes out and he moans, his back arching off of the bed.
He has the strange feeling that someone’s watching him, but he ignores it and
goes to sleep.
-----
Fast forward two years and Harry is fourteen, learning that he doesn’t like
girls, at least not like all the other boys at his school do. Everyone else is
always talking about snogging birds and how girls go down on them, but Harry
feels sick every time he thinks about a bird going down on him.
He figures out that he’s gay when he’s wanking and instead of making himself
think of soft thighs and the in between a girl’s legs, he starts to think about
him going down on another guy, an older guy who lives in his room, in
particular.
Harry tells Louis (leaving out the wanking part) and Louis hugs him, reassuring
him that that is perfectly fine and it’s nothing below okay.
Harry’s not even sure if he’s gay, is the problem. He knows he likes Louis (has
been knowing since the first day he met Louis, but just didn’t let himself
really think about it), but if he likes other guys… he has no clue.
So, Zayn offers to help him come to the conclusion out of either or.
-------
“Mates don’t do that, though,” Harry says.
Zayn rolls his eyes, “It’s called friends with benefits, I’m sure you’ve heard
of it, yeah?”
“I thought that only counted between a girl and a guy,” Harry admits.
Zayn rolls his eyes again, “No, it counts for anybody. If you’re friends and
you shag or whatever, you’re friends with benefits. I mean, we don’t have to
shag, we can just snog and stuff, but yeah.”
“Okay,” Harry agrees with a shrug, “It won’t be awkward, though, will it?”
“Dunno,” Zayn replies, “I’ve never done anything like this before, to be
honest.”
Harry sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, “Well, I guess we’ll find out then,
yeah?”
Zayn nods, “So, you wanna snog, then?”
Harry giggles, “Yeah, yeah, just kiss me already, mate.”
Zayn leans in, then, slowly and steadily places his lips against Harry’s. It
starts with a small peck and then Zayn parts his lips, forcing Harry’s to part,
and then slips his tongue into Harry’s open mouth. Harry groans when their
tongues touch, sliding together. This is the first time he’s kissed anyone,
especially a boy. It’s so much more different than he’d thought it would have
been. The inside of Zayn’s mouth is warm and wet and it’s strangely sexy, in a
way.
They snog for a while, Zayn’s hands gripping Harry’s hair for leverage and
Harry holding a good grip on Zayn’s shoulder.
Zayn’s the first to pull away, breathless and lips puffy and red from kissing.
“That was really good,” Zayn admits.
Harry laughs, “And nothing’s awkward.”
------
After that, Harry and Zayn start snogging a lot more often. They snog (just
snogging, other than the occasional grope and grinding against each other to
stave off some tension from making out) for a week and then they decide that
maybe they should go to the actual sexual stuff.
Zayn sucks Harry off a couple of times. Harry doesn’t take very long to come
(five-ten minutes tops) and Harry always thanks Zayn with a blowjob or a
skilled hand job in return.
One day, Harry’s parents are out and Zayn is over. Zayn has Harry pushed
against the wall, mouth on his cock and sucking at Harry’s dick like it’s the
most delicious lollipop he’s ever tasted and he’s starving.
Harry moans, hands gripping Zayn’s hair and guiding him up and down the length
of Harry’s cock. Harry’s head lolls to the side, his eyes falling on Louis who
is watching them with wide, wild eyes.
Harry comes with a strangled cry, his hips stuttering and then stopping
completely. Louis disappears less than a second after Harry’s came and Harry
wants to cry from embarrassment. He just came prematurely just from looking at
his best mate, who happens to be a ghost, and who he happens to have the
biggest, stupidest crush on.
“You came really quick,” Zayn says, almost in awe. Harry’s pretty sure Zayn
probably thinks that the reason why he came so quickly is because of his
skilled blowjob, but Harry can’t tell him that isn’t the case, considering that
would mean Harry would have to tell him about Louis being in his room (Zayn has
known for the past year that Harry had a crush on someone named Louis, but he
never knew who Louis was or anything other than what Harry has told him about
the older boy).
Harry puffs out a breath, “Guess you’re getting really good at sucking ‘m
dick.”
“Oi,” Zayn says, “I’ve always been good at sucking your dick.”
Harry can feel more than one pair of eyes on him, guessing that Louis is still
in the room, just invisible to everyone he wants to be invisible to. So Harry
pulls Zayn up and pushes him back against the wall, getting down to his knees.
He can feel Louis’s eyes burning holes into the back of his head. He only
started this to test out if he actually did like blokes, but if making Louis
jealous is working, too, then. He sucks Zayn’s cock down his throat and thinks
hope you enjoy the show.
-------
“So, what, you and that bloke are dating or summat?” Louis asks, voice low and
dangerous. He’s sitting against Harry’s headboard on his bed, arms crossed
against his chest.
“No,” Harry says honestly.
“Then, what? You’re like friends with benefits?” Louis asks, pressing.
Harry nods, “Yeah, I told you I liked blokes, but I needed to make sure before
I came out to mum and Gemma.”
“You could have asked me,” Louis says, softly, “It would have been better.”
Harry raises an eyebrow, “How would it have been better?”
“Because,” Louis states, “I’m older and more experienced so I could have
actually made everything good for you. He probably doesn’t even know what he’s
doing.”
“You sound… jealous,” Harry says, smirking. He didn’t think it was a
possibility that Louis could ever like Harry, but now that Harry really thinks
about it, there’s a high possibility that he does.
“What?” Louis asks, defensive. “I’m not jealous. Why would I be jealous?”
“I dunno, you tell me,” Harry says, and now he’s flirting, he knows he is, but
he’s been having a crush on Louis forever and this might be the only time he
has enough courage to talk to Louis like this.
“H,” Louis says, exasperated, “What are you trying to say?”
“I’m trying to ask if you like me,” Harry says, and he feels nervous now.
“Because I like you and… I want you to like me back.”
“H, babe,” Louis says, and he’s standing up and suddenly he’s right in front of
Harry’s face, both hands on either side of his face on his cheeks. “I do like
you, but I’m dead, you know that.”
“So?” Harry asks, “Who cares? I like you, you like me. And you look alive.
Like, you can touch me and I can touch you, so why can’t we be together?”
“Because, it’s not a good thing. If anyone found out that I was a ghost,
something bad could happen. And, you’ll keep growing until you die of old age
or natural causes and I’ll be stuck at sixteen for the rest of eternity.
There’s no way we could work out,” Louis says.
Harry can feel tears well up in his eyes, because why can’t they worry about
that when Harry’s age passes up Louis’s in two years? Why can’t they just live
for now and be in love, because Harry is. He’s in love with Louis and his life
won’t be the same if he can’t have him as anything other than a mate.
“Can we just worry about that when we need to? I like you, you like me. Please,
Lou, please don’t turn me down. I couldn’t handle being rejected by you,” Harry
begs.
Louis sighs, “If we do date, you can’t keep this friends with benefits thing up
with Zayn. You’ll have to break it off with him immediately because I won’t
share.”
Harry smiles, “Already done, I could call him or text him now. Does that mean
you’ll give us a chance?”
“I’m sure there’s a rule against this in the ghost rule book,” Louis says, but
other than that he doesn’t try to argue with Harry about them being together.
Harry giggles and kisses Louis, sighing when their lips connect. He’s dreamt
about kissing the older boy for a while now, but he didn’t think it would be
this great. Kissing Louis is a totally different experience than kissing Zayn
was. Louis has a hint of stubble on his chin and his lips are tinnier and more
skilled. He knows just how to flick his tongue behind Harry’s teeth to make
Harry’s bones ache and a shiver go through his body, followed by a moan.
Louis groans, pushing Harry roughly up against the wall.
“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Louis growls, detaching
their lips to trail sucking marks down Harry’s neck.
Harry moans, hands gripping Louis’s hair. He doesn’t know what to do with
himself, can’t really keep up with the fever in Louis’s kisses and doesn’t
quite know what to do with himself when Louis’s hips arch forward just a tiny
bit and brush against where Harry’s hard and probably already leaking in his
trousers.
“We need to slow down,” Louis breathes against Harry’s lips.
Harry whines, “No, no. Keep kissing me.”
Louis laughs, breathless and needy against Harry’s lips.
“If I don’t stop now, I won’t be able to keep myself under control,” Louis
says, warning Harry.
Harry smirks up at Louis, hand traveling down to the front of the other boy’s
trousers, cupping the bulge there, “Who said that would be a bad thing?”
Louis shakes his head, sinking his teeth into Harry’s bottom lip and pulling
roughly. “You’re going to bloody be the death of me, Harry.”
Harry laughs and squeezes Louis in his hand, “Is that a yes, then?”
Louis shakes his head, “No, it’s a no. As much as I would like to – and jesus,
would I fucking love to – we need to go a bit slow. And we need to be careful.
Your mum knows we’re friends, but she doesn’t know that I’m older than you or
dead, so we need to keep her out of the light. She can’t find out that we’re
dating, either, because then she’ll want to meet me. And if word goes around
that I’m dating a human, I think I could get in trouble with the ghost world.
They kind of frown upon ghost-human interaction of any sort, but this would be
the tip of the iceberg.”
“You could get in trouble for us dating?” Harry asks, concerned. He doesn’t
want Louis to get hurt, or taken away from him. He doesn’t know what he would
do with himself if he lost Louis forever.
Louis shakes his head, “Well, yeah. I guess, but I’m more worried about you.
They would probably come after you, or take me away from you and lock me up
somewhere. I’m not really sure about the penalties for dating a human, but I’m
sure there are consequences.”
Harry’s eyes must be wide with how much concern is coursing through his body at
the moment. “I don’t want them to take you away from me.”
Louis smiles, “You aren’t even worried about yourself, are you?”
“No, ‘m worried about you. I think I’d die without you, quite literally. Which
wouldn’t be much of a problem, because then we could be together freely.”
“No,” Louis shakes his head roughly, “Listen to me, H. You don’t know that. If
you were to kill yourself or die, you might not even end up like me. You might
end up with a totally different case. There’s no certainty that we would still
be together in the same place if you were to die.”
“How do you know that?” Harry asks, questioning. How could Louis possibly know
that?
“Because,” Louis says, “Every death is different. When I died, for some reason,
I stayed here, on earth. When my grandmother died, she went to Heaven. She
didn’t stay here. That could have been because of old age, but you never know.”
“Or you could be here for something else, like a reason why you had to stay
behind. Maybe it was because you were supposed to meet me and we were supposed
to be together,” Harry replies, nosing the underneath of Louis’s jaw. He
doesn’t like all this talk about death and ghosts; it scares him on the term of
unbelief. He doesn’t want to think about losing Louis when he’s just actually
gotten him.
“Maybe,” Louis says and Harry can feel him smiling. “When’s your mum supposed
to be getting back home?”
“Dunno,” Harry replies, “She’s got the late shift tonight, so probably not for
a while. Why, planning on deflowering me right now and you don’t want to risk
my mum walking in on us?”
“No,” Louis says, pulling back to look at Harry, “Just wanna hang out with you
without worrying about your mum walking in.”
Harry pretends to pout, sticking his bottom lip out as far as he can make it
go. “You aren’t any fun.”
Louis smiles and bites Harry’s lip. Harry moans, eyes rolling back in his head,
because he really didn’t see that response coming.
“I just wanna not shag the first day we start dating, yeah? Why is that such a
bad thing for you?” Louis asks.
“Because ‘m horny and I want to have sex with you while we have the chance. I
may never be home alone again and then we won’t ever be able to shag and you’ll
regret not shagging me today,” Harry says, trying to convince Louis, but he
knows it’s a losing battle that hasn’t even really begun yet.
“We’ll have other times. And if not, I can always rent us a hotel room,” Louis
tells him and Harry moans out loud at the thought of Louis bringing Harry to a
hotel room with a king sized bed and romancing up the room to make their first
time special and sweet and perfect.
Louis smiles at Harry’s reaction. “Let’s go lie down, yeah? Maybe we can take a
bath together later.”
------
They do, in fact, end up sharing a bath later, but it isn’t like Harry had
thought it would have been.
Louis makes them sit across from each other, not allowing Harry to touch him in
any way possible. They have bubbles in the bath tub, for the sole purpose of
not being able to see what is beneath the bubbles so there’s no distraction
from what the bath is supposed to be for: getting clean.  
When they get out, Louis puts a towel around his waist as soon as his feet
touch the ground, leaving Harry no time to watch and admire the way Louis’s bum
flexes with each step he takes.
Harry gets out of the tub, but doesn’t bother with wrapping a towel around his
waist. He likes to be naked, and he secretly hopes that seeing Harry naked will
get Louis riled up.
His secret plan doesn’t work, though. Louis just shakes his head and giggles,
going out into Harry’s room to get dressed. Harry had bought Louis a few sets
of his own pairs of clothes so that he could change out of the pair that he
always wore: the ones he died in. Harry keeps them in the bottom drawer of his
dresser; the drawer that he never uses because he simply just doesn’t need it.
Harry just lays down on his bed, lounging out. He smiles when Louis gives him a
baffled look.
“You, of all people, should know how much I like sleeping naked,” Harry tells
him.
Louis shakes his head, biting into his bottom lip. He throws a pair of briefs
at Harry. “Put these on, if you don’t, I’m not going to sleep in the same bed
as you.”
“You don’t even sleep,” Harry fights back, pouting. He doesn’t know what else
to do to convince Louis to shag him.
“I just thought that you’d like it if I’d slept with you in a non-sexual way,”
Louis says, smiling. “But, I don’t have to if you’d rather not.”
Harry says no quickly, quick to pull on the pair of briefs Louis had thrown at
him. Louis giggles, but crawls up Harry’s body on his hands and knees, which
would have been bloody sexy if it wasn’t the silly way he was pushing his hips
from side to side and the goofy grin on his face.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Louis asks once he’s hovering above Harry.
Harry smiles, “Yeah, I guess that sounds okay.”
So Louis kisses his nose, feather light and sweet, then plops his body down on
the left side of Harry, reaching for the remote to turn the telly on and find
something for them to watch, all the while, Harry pushed right up behind him
with his head tucked into his neck.
------
It takes a month before Harry can convince Louis to do anything other than
snogging with him. He had begged and pleaded millions of times, coming up empty
handed and having to wank every night in the shower to relieve some of his
tension. He was starting to think that Louis was purposefully turning Harry on
just to shoot him down and watch him wank in the shower (which, Louis isn’t as
slick as he’d like to think, because Harry can always tell when he’s in his
presence, invisible or not).
“I wanna suck you,” Louis whispers against his lips one night during a snog.
Harry whimpers and his hips push up into air at the question. He nods his head
so fast, he thinks for a moment that it could be possible that he’d gotten
whiplash.
Louis smiles, an evil smile that he smiles when he’s up to something.
He kisses his way down Harry’s torso to where his cock’s pushing up into his
briefs, the outline wet from the precome that dribbled out and stained the
briefs.
Louis wraps his mouth around Harry’s head, the only thing restricting his mouth
from Harry’s actual head of his cock are the briefs, all wet from Louis’s spit
and the mixed precome.
Louis drags his tongue down the outline, his eyes flicking up to watch Harry’s
expression as he teases the younger boy’s cock through the soaked briefs.
Louis’s eyes snap shut for a second and when he reopens them, he quickly pulls
Harry’s briefs down, not all the way off, but enough for Harry’s dick to spring
free and bob up into the air. Harry’s back arches at the sudden relief of not
being confined and the mixture of the cold air in the room.
Louis maintains eye contact with Harry while he leans forward and licks a trail
around the tip of Harry’s cock, then slipping his tongue slightly into the slit
at the top. Harry moans, all the breath he has coming out of his body as he
lets the fact that Louis is sucking his dick sink into his brain.
Louis lets go of Harry’s cock, suddenly, and picks up Harry’s hand, bringing it
to Louis’s hair, signaling to Harry that it’s okay for him to pull at his hair.
Harry rests his hands in Louis’s hair, and Louis immediately surges forward and
sucks down Harry’s cock. Harry’s fingers flex and grip at Louis’s hair, a moan
ripping itself out of Harry’s throat. Zayn had never been this good at sucking
his dick.
Louis’s eyes flicker up to Harry’s as he takes the whole of Harry’s cock down
his throat, tears welling up at the side of his eyes. He pulls off of Harry’s
shaft with a slurping noise and an audible pop and licks around the head and
the length of Harry. Then, he starts sucking down Harry again, not teasing this
time. He’s sucking with earnest, driving Harry to the edge.
When Harry feels himself about to come, he gives Louis a warning, thinking that
Louis will pull off and wank him off to finish him, but Louis just sucks down
on his cock harder until Harry cries and comes down his throat.
Louis makes a slurping noise as he swallows Harry’s come, causing it to be a
bit difficult with Harry’s cock still in his mouth. When he pulls off, a trail
of saliva trails itself from Harry’s dick to Louis’s lips.
Harry wants to do so many things to Louis in that moment, but he settles on
kissing him and making reach to grab Louis’s dick through his pants.
Louis shakes his head, though, “I’m good,” he tells him. But Harry isn’t having
any of it. If Louis gets to put his mouth on Harry’s cock, Harry’s going to be
able to at least touch Louis’s.
He pulls Louis through the slot in his briefs and wanks him roughly, not even
savoring the first time he gets to touch Louis’s dick, more worried about
getting Louis off than anything at the moment.
It doesn’t take Louis long to come. When he comes, he bites Harry’s lip and
grips at his shoulder, his come splattering onto his own thighs and Harry’s arm
and down his fist.
Harry sucks his fingers into his mouth, eyes slipping shut at the pleasure of
being able to taste Louis.
“Jesus Christ,” Louis sighs, falling back onto the mattress. Harry giggles.
------
The next day isn’t as good as the other days.
They’re lying in bed together, giggling and eating ice cream while they watch
The Notebook (a cliché, he knows, but who cares?) when Louis’s body suddenly
stiffens and he freezes.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asks, dropping his spoon into the almost empty bucket of
ice cream.
Louis smiles, but Harry knows it’s forced. “Nothing, stay here, yeah? Do not
leave this bed, no matter what, H.”
Harry shakes his head, “No, not unless you tell me what’s going on and where
you’re going.”
Louis sighs, “You know how you get like gut feelings that something’s
happening?” Harry nods. “Well, when you’re a ghost, at least one like me, I get
gut feelings when another spirit is around. But it isn’t just for any spirit,
it’s for the ones that aren’t so good. So, H, please stay in bed, I’ll be right
back. If something happens, scream as loud as you can, okay?”
“What do you mean, Louis? Are you saying someone’s here?” Harry asks, shivering
at the thought. What if it’s the people Louis told him about? The people that
would take Louis away from Harry if they found out that they were together.
Louis nods, “Yeah, at least I’m pretty sure there is. I can tell they’re here
for me, so please, just stay in bed. Don’t get out of it, no matter what, okay,
baby?”
Harry nods and almost wants to hold Louis down onto the bed and tell him not to
go anywhere either when Louis kisses him softly on the lips and ducks out of
Harry’s bedroom.
Harry never listens, and Louis should know that, honestly. So, as soon as Harry
knows it’s safe, he gets out of his bed and follows the shadow he can see of
Louis. If Louis was smart, he would make himself invisible, because Harry is
pretty sure Louis knows how much Harry does not listen to anything he is told
to do.
Louis walks into the guest bedroom, stopping in his tracks when he sees who it
is. Harry doesn’t see, though, has to stay behind a bit so that neither of them
can see him and cause something terribly bad to happen.
“What are you doing here?” Louis asks in a hiss.
“You know what you’re doing is wrong, Louis,” the other voice hisses right
back. “I’m here to warn you. Nothing good will come out of this relationship of
yours with this human. Some of the boys are talking, rumors going around about
some ghost dating a human. They don’t know who it is. At least, not yet, and if
you break this off soon they won’t find out and the both of you can be safe.”
“Nothing is going to happen, at least not to him. I won’t let anyone hurt him,
Mum,” Louis replies back. Harry almost gasps, Louis’s mum is here? Harry didn’t
even know she was dead, let alone like Louis.
“You can’t be so sure of that, baby. I know how much you love him, but if they
come for him – or you – there’ll be nothing you can do about it. You’ll both be
useless against the others and you know that,” she tells him, concern in her
voice.
“Then I’ll just have to make sure that they don’t come. I’m not going to let
anyone harm him, mum. And I can’t leave him, I just can’t,” Louis says.
“You and I both know that if they come, they won’t harm him. At least, not
enough to kill him because then that’ll just mean you two can be together. But,
I doubt they’d even care about him. He doesn’t know of the rules, and they
can’t do much to a human like him. It’s you I’m worried about, Boo.”
“I can take care of myself,” Louis snaps. “And I’d rather them hurt me than
even think about hurting him, anyway.”
Through the whole conversation, Harry had tried his hardest to stay quiet, but
at that moment, he lets a shriek of “No!” escape his lips and then Louis shows
up in the doorway.
“I thought I told you to stay in the room?” Louis asks, fixing Harry with a
look of displeasure.
“I’m not going to let you get hurt because of me,” Harry says, ignoring Louis’s
question.
“I won’t, now go back to bed, H. You shouldn’t have even heard any of that,”
Louis says, shaking his head.
Harry shakes his head, “No, I’m not going to bed. I’m not going to just sit
here while you and someone else talk about how our relationship could get you
hurt. I don’t want anyone to hurt you, Lou.”
“Can we talk about this later?” Louis asks, sighing. He rakes a hand through
his hair and takes a glimpse back into the room. His mum had vanished,
disappearing to god knows where.
Louis sighs again, looking back to Harry. “Or I guess we can talk about it
now.”
“I’m sorry,” Harry tries, “I shouldn’t have been listening to your
conversation, but I was so curious and I couldn’t help it. And it’s a good
thing I did, it seems, because you were going to keep this conversation from
me, weren’t you?”
“I don’t want you worrying or scared,” Louis admits, whispering, “I want you to
feel safe with me, not like anything we do can be a death sentence at any
moment.”
“But you can’t keep this kind of stuff from me, Lou. You can’t just expect me
to go on with my head in the gutter and not knowing what’s going on. I have to
know these kind of things,” Harry tells him.
“Okay,” Louis agrees, “From now on, I swear I will tell you everything, yeah?
Starting tomorrow. You need to get to sleep, you’ve got school in the morning.”
-------
The next day, Harry is buzzing all afternoon, ready to get home so that he can
talk to Louis.
When he gets home, though, he can’t find Louis anywhere.
He tries everything, looking everywhere. He calls Louis in his mind, because
when he was younger he used to do that and Louis would show up immediately,
hearing himself being called. He tries calling Louis for almost an hour, with
not prevail. So, he starts to panic.
He’s in the middle of a break down when he sees something in the corner of his
room. He prays that it’s Louis, but with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he
notices that there is no way it’s Louis. This person is dressed in all black,
taller than Louis, and not curvy at all, a straight line from head to toe.
He turns, meeting the person face-to-face. The boy smiles at Harry.
“Hello, looking for someone?” he asks, turning something around in his hand.
“Where is Louis?” Harry demands, not caring that he’s yelling because no one’s
home anyway.
“We know about you and his relationship,” the man replies, “And no one’s very
happy about it. I would bring you to him, but that would make things too easy,
wouldn’t it?”
Harry has no time to answer before everything goes black.
--------
“What have you done to him?” a familiar voice screams loudly and angry, causing
Harry to wake up. Harry’s eyes focus and he sits up, his bones feeling sore and
achy like they always do after he goes for a run or a long walk or exercises
really hard. His head also hurts and feels heavy, like it weighs more than the
rest of his body.
“We just brought him here like you asked us to,” the man that was in Harry’s
room replies sweetly.
“I told you to stay away from him you bastard!” Louis says, spitting angrily
into the man’s smug face. The man gasps in bafflement, shocked by Louis’s
behavior. He hits Louis, hard enough that the slapping sound of skin on skin
rings in his ears.
“Stop!” Harry yells, begging. He goes to get up, to run toward where Louis is
chained against the wall, but he can’t move. He feels paralyzed from waist
down.
“As soon as I get out of here, so help me, I’ll-“
“You’ll what?” the man asks, cutting Louis off, “Kill me? Sorry, that’s been
done already.”
Louis screams, and Harry could notice that scream anywhere. It’s the scream
Louis does when he’s frustrated and he needs to let off steam before he does
something stupid. Harry used to hear that scream all the time, especially when
he’d come home from school and tell Louis about the bullies that would pick on
him because they’d caught Harry holding hands with Zayn.
“Don’t – don’t hurt him,” Louis says after a while, begging, “Do whatever you
want to me, just don’t hurt him, please.”
“But princess,” the man says, mocking, “Haven’t you noticed yet? We’re using
him to hurt you.”
Louis screams again, but it’s a different one. It sounds like the frustrated
one and a pained one mixed together. Harry wants to cry, because he is the
reason why this is happening. If only he could have just fucking kept his
feelings to himself, or worked around them. He could have killed himself before
and then told Louis how he felt, and then everything would have been perfectly
okay.
“You can’t hurt him, you can’t,” Louis yells between his sobs.
“But, princess, we can,” the man says. “Put it on high, Joe!” he yells to
someone that’s behind Harry and Louis screams again before Harry knows what’s
going on.
And then Harry feels it. A sudden burst of pain travels through his whole body,
ripping his insides in half, causing him to scream out in pain. He isn’t sure
what’s happening, but whatever it is, it’s bloody fucking painful.
“Stop! Stop! Stop, please, stop!” Louis screams, begging, his voice thick with
tears.
“Stop, Joe,” the man says, sounding bored. “You know what I want to know,
Louis? Why would you risk everything for this human, when you knew the rules?
You knew what would happen if we found out, yet you still went at it. Please
share with me on why you decided this would be a good idea.”
“Because I love him!” Louis screams, “I love him. And I couldn’t stay away from
him anymore. Please, please don’t hurt him anymore. You can do whatever you
want to me, just don’t hurt him. He didn’t know what would happen if we dated,
I never told him because I didn’t want him to leave me. I’m the one that should
be taking the blame here and getting hurt, please, please, don’t hurt him
anymore.”
“Hmm,” the man hums, “How heartwarming. You love him? A human? You know that’s
against the rules, Louis. And rule breakers get punished. And there is no other
way than to punish you than to punish him. I’m sorry that it had to be this
way, but you are right about one thing: this is your entire fault.”
Another jolt of pain shoots through Harry’s body and then he’s out again.
-------
“Haz? Baby? Are you okay? Can you hear me, baby? H? Please answer me,” Louis
begs, hands knotted in Harry’s t-shirt.
Harry opens his eyes. He’s back in his room, but his room looks weird. It looks
like the way he’d left it, but dusty and somehow… sad.
“What happened? How’d we escape?” Harry asks, slurring. He feels like he’s
slept for years.
Louis sobs, pressing his lips against Harry’s and then on every other surface
of Harry’s body that he can. “Thank god, you’re awake. I love you, so much, H.
I love you, so, so much; please don’t ever do that to me again.”
“What happened?” Harry asks again. Everything feels like a blur.
Louis frowns, “You really don’t know?”
“No,” Harry shakes his head.
Louis takes a shaky breath, “You died, H. When they took you, they drugged you,
making your legs and arms numb so you couldn’t move. And they shot your body
with 100 vaults of electricity. After I begged them to stop, they did something
else. They injected a lot of adrenaline into your veins to keep you alive
through every ounce of pain they’d put you through, but your heart gave out
from the electricity because they injected the adrenaline too late. You’ve been
gone for a month, now. You haven’t woken up since. I thought I’d lost you
forever.”
“I’m dead?” Harry asks. Through his whole life, he thought that if he ever
died, he’d end up dying again from a heart attack or a panic attack. But he
feels surprisingly mellow and calm, happy even.
Louis nods, whipping at his tears. “I had to stage your death. I made it look
like a suicide. Your mum’s really torn up about it, so is Gemma and Zayn and
all your other mates. I made sure to give them the notes that you had stashed
in your dresser for if you’d ever died.”
Harry nods, “I thought dying would be worse, but the only bad thing is that now
the people I care about are upset.”
“Do you know what this means, H?” Louis asks, smiling through his tear stained
cheeks.
Harry shakes his head, “No, what does it mean?”
“We can leave, go somewhere to a deserted house in the middle of somewhere or
summat. We can live, together, forever. With nothing to get in between us now,”
Louis says, his eyes hopeful.
A part of Harry doesn’t want to leave his family and friends, not while they’re
going through such a tough time, but another part of him is longing for a
lifetime with Louis.
“That sounds perfect,” he replies, smiling. He kisses Louis softly on the lips.
They can take their time, though, they’ve got a lifetime ahead of them.
End Notes
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