Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

30. More.

Song for this chapter:

Murder Song - Aurora 

~ Pov Louis ~ 

I jump out of bed enthusiastically when the alarm goes off. I'm 16! I'm finally 16! I look hopeful at Harry. Hoping he would be next to me, gazing until I wake up so he could be the first one to congratulate me. Or that he would stand next to me with a small smile on his face, telling me a happy birthday. But the only response I get is a groan after which he turns over in his bed. "Turn off that alarm." Disappointed, I press the button so that the irritating sound no longer reverberates through the room. He forgot... He doesn't remember. I bite my lip. What did I expect? As if he would remember. It's not like he suddenly cares now.

My mobile rings loudly and I immediately answer it. "Louis," Harry moans in irritation. A few shivers run down my spine when I hear his morning voice again. Deep and hoarse.

"Sorry," I whisper back. I walk to the bathroom with my cell phone held to my ear and close the door behind me. "Hello?"

"Hey! Happy birthday son! How does it feel to be a year older?" My father sounds enthusiastic on the phone and although I think it's strange, I leave it be.

"Thank you Dad."

"What will you be doing today?" I lower myself to the ground.

"I think we're going to a museum."

"A museum?"

"Yes."

"And are you going to do something with your friends?" I sigh. It doesn't look like Niall is going to arrange anything since Liam is still mad at me. And Harry doesn't even know today is my birthday. Happy birthday to me...

"I don't think so. We're still under the supervision of the school."

"I-I am... I-I-I..." I frown when he doesn't seem to get out of his words.

"Dad?" I hear all kinds of strange vowels, but none of them sound like a word. "Dad! Is everything okay?"

"Y-Yes."

I hear some rumbling in the background and eventually my mom picks up the phone. "Mom? Is he okay?"

"Sure honey. It was just a bit difficult to express his words. Lately that happens often to him." I sigh for a moment.

"Or is he just drunk?"

"Of course not! He just woke up."

"Okay."

"Happy Birthday Louis." I smile.

"Thanks mom."

A few hours later we walk around the museum with the whole class. We just got a tour and now we're allowed to walk around freely so that we can view the artworks at our leisure. I'm looking at a painting just as I see Niall and Liam in the corner of my eye. They both wished me a happy birthday and gave me a gift, even Liam. He was acting normal, but I still felt the tension. I really should talk to him one of these days.

Just when I want to turn around my vision turns black. I can't see anything anymore. Fingers cover my eyes and I feel a breath in my neck. My chest rises and falls violently and I swallow the lump in my throat. I smell a strong perfume on the wrist that is causing me to face darkness. I recognize it.

"Harry?"

No answer.

The fingers slowly slide away from my eyes and little by little I'm able to see again. The light shines sharply into my eyes and a pair of hands gently grab my hips. A soft breath caresses my skin and a few curls tickle my neck. My heart beats hard in my chest, as if it could pop out at any moment. A pair of soft lips kiss my jawline causing me to bite my lower lip roughly.

"Harry?" I try again.

"Happy birthday, Louis..."

I bite my lip, smiling. "You remembered? I thought you had forgotten."

"Of course I remembered. I have for the past 16 years."

I close my eyes as his lips slide against my skin.

"Come outside with me." His voice gives me shivers. 

"Why?" 

"Because there's also art there." I turn around when his hands leave my body. I see that he's already a few meters away from me, on the way to the exit. His eyes make contact with mine, and as if there is an invisible thread connected between us, I follow him outside.

The cold air makes some shivers roll down my spine. I stop walking when I have a view of the entire garden. I frown. "I don't see any art." 

"I do..." I look at Harry and see that he's looking down on me. I bite my lip and quickly look the other way. He takes the initiative to continue so I just follow him.

We walk side by side. Our shoulders bump into each other now and then. And that light contact makes my heart jump with every touch. Our hands hang loose next to our body. But it's like they're two magnets that keep attracting each other. My skin rubs against his and it feels like a tiny spark is created with every touch.

I stop breathing when he puts one finger around mine. And then his second, until his full hand takes mine. All our fingers intertwined. I rest my gaze on him but he doesn't look back at me. Yet, I still see a small smile when I give his hand a little squeeze.

"Harry-" He interrupts me by pushing my body roughly against his. His eyes are staring into mine. His breathing rests on my lips, which are dangerously close. His heart beats against mine and our entwined fingers don't even feel like two different hands anymore. And before I realize it he gives me a simple kiss on the lips.

But it means so much more than just two lips touching for a split second. It's more than a chemical reaction that I feel happening. It's more than it ever was.

It's more than it should be.

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I kinda love this moment, it's so pure.