(A/N comment any mistakes and please vote etc it means a lot. Also just a heads up the first couple of chapters are written in a childish way because Harry and Louis are children.)
Louis POV
"Mum, where are we going?" I looked up at the woman who had raised me, with a level of unconditional love pouring from my features.
She glanced briefly down at me with an unreadable expression coating her eyes. She had yet to reply, which was a mystery to me, for she always had something to say. I continuously sulked in the passenger seat of the run down car my father had left us.
Riding in the passenger seat was something which I had pleaded for my entire life, but was never granted, for I was too small. But today had been different, she allowed it with little to no defiance.
The car was the only thing that my father had left, other than a couple of broken hearts and scars that would never heal, no matter how long they were left to fester.
I turned up the dial to the car radio, allowing the Katy Perry album to fill the confines of the vehicle, humming along in content.
My mother kept her eyes strictly on the road, her knuckles turning white from gripping the wheel ever so tightly. The wind whistled through the gaps, swirling around me in a way that sent shivers up my spine.
She took a left turn, eyes still trained on the path ahead. The surroundings were unfamiliar to me, causing my stomach to turn as a result. I had never been one to enjoy new things.
The breaks were pressed abruptly, causing the car to jerk forward in response. My gaze rose from where I'd previously been focussed on my lap, and to a building up ahead.
The building was almost grey in colouring, signifying how long it had stood built. It stood three levels tall, each framed with large windows that presented the life inside. Ivy coated the bricks, weaving its way around each individual molecule. A large tree, stripped from its leaves, stood at either side, giving the house an eery feel that left me cold inside.
My gaze fell briefly upon the children rushing around inside, "Is this our new home?" I had questioned, although deep inside I had known the true reasoning to why we sat there.
My mother turned to face me, tears present in the eyes that hadn't held light for so long. She presented me with a sympathetic smile, but still no verbal response.
A large, unfamiliar lady began to approach the vehicle in which we sat. The wrinkles were present in her aged skin, greasy black hair tied into a bun at the back of her head. She wore a grey jumper, secured around the waist in a leather belt. To say she scared me would be an understatement, but I refused to let it show. My mother un-rolled the car windows, allowing now perfect access to the beast outside.
The woman directed a grin toward me, yellow teeth causing bile to raise to the back of my throat, "You must be Lewis?"
I shook my head, annoyed at the shrek like woman, "Lou-eee," I replied smugly, holding out the "E" in order to ensure that she would not get it wrong a second time.
The doors were clicked open, my mother pulling me into a short embrace as she did so, "Behave, Louis. I love you so much, never forget that," she wiped a tear that had begun to form, "Don't ever be afraid of who you are, don't change for anyone. But most importantly, don't be afraid to love again, you'll find someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I just wish I would be able to meet them one day. But I can't, son, and I am so sorry for that. I will forever be sorry. Run along now, be safe, fix that broken heart of yours." She placed a kiss on my forehead.
The woman who I had yet to be introduced to, pulled me from the car and into her embrace, as I watched our car drive away.
Only that, now I wasn't in the car. I was alone. I felt tears begin to bubble, and for once I allowed them to tear down the barriers I had built. Sobs racking through my body in turn.
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"Louis!"
I snapped my head up quickly, ridding myself of the memories that had resurfaced. I wonder what Miss Roberts wanted? Come to think of it, I still couldn't seem to stand her even after a couple of years.
The woman approached me, a small boy tucked into her side. The sight was all too familiar.
"Louis, this is Harry. You will be in charge of him," Miss Roberts spoke in her deep voice.
I made accidental eye contact with the boy, he had the most beautiful chocolate brown curls and piercing green eyes. The sight of such a precious boy, so broken, knocked the wind straight out of me. It was far from fair that bad things happened to such good people.
Being mature for my age, I stood up politely to greet him, "Uhm hi Harry, I'm Louis," I smiled shyly and Harry returned it.
I held my hand for him to shake, but instead he pulled me into his arms, his head resting in the crook of my neck as tears fell from his eyes. I rubbed my hand in circular patterns across his back, in attempts to soothe him.
He pulled back shortly after, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper, "Sorry about that," he smiled shyly, averting his gaze to the ground and fixing it there.
I lifted his chin so that his eyes met mine, and in that moment I had never felt more content. Blue and green swirled perfectly together to connect in a bond that sent sparks flying through my body, "It's Okay, love." I whispered.
He grinned in response, dimples creating crevices in his perfect face, pulling me into his embrace once more.
I smiled at the fact I felt warm and complete after all these years, and he smiled at the fact that someone finally seemed to care.
The more I learnt about him, the further I fell. My heart ached more and more each time he failed to smile, and my eyes would be brighter each time he finally did. I would hug him whenever I could, because that was the only time in which I would feel safe.
He was my home.
It was beautiful, it was a love that should've ended like they do in the fairytales, but of course it didn't; they never do.
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I heard sniffling in the bed beside me. I hesitantly padded over, the tiles felt cold on my bare feet.
"Harry?" I whispered softly, running my hand through his hair.
"Hmm," He mumbled but it was obvious that he was relaxing visibly under my touch.
"What's wrong, Harold," I smiled down at him sleepily, my eyes filled with such emotion for the boy that it was unmissable.
He pulled me into him, I grinned against his neck in response. I willed myself to look at him, and when I did, I felt my heart swell.
His eyes shimmered, and even in the darkness I could see the perfect shade that reflected so many hidden feelings.
There comes a time, where a blind man holds your hand, and says "Can't you see?"
And for once in my life, I could see perfectly, as I tiled his chin and connected our lips for a brief kiss that lasted less than a second. I froze in response to the feeling, placing my hand over my lips which now felt numb without his covering them.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
Harry then out of no where broke down in front of me, tears falling down his face at a rapid pace. For a second, the fear that struck me was paralysing when I thought that he was crying because of the kiss. But he wasn't. It was the dream, those God awful dreams that I wanted to take away. If I could, I would switch positions with him in a heart beat. Take away all of his pain and suffering and replace it with the happiness that he deserved.
He tried to explain everything to me but it took a while as it all came out in choked sobs. I rubbed his back as an attempt to calm him.
"Louis, the dream, it-it felt so real." Harry stuttered, his eyes still glossy with tears threatening to once again fall down.
"I know, love. I know." I placed my lips to his forehead, running my fingers through his hair until his breaths became heavy and shallow.
Harrys POV
The morning was going to be awkward for us both, I practically got up at the crack of dawn to avoid Louis' upcoming worried glances.
It's not that I was disgusted at him for what he did, I wasn't. In fact it was the opposite. And I hated myself for it.
I knew I wasn't normal and that God would punish me. I mean after all, that's what I was bought up to think.
I had no idea how I'd ever get over the look on my mothers face when she saw the two boys together at the shop, who had only shared a simple, love filled kiss.
I personally didn't see anything wrong with it and I was confused at why she was so mortified. Technically my mother didn't know for fact that God hated gays, especially seeing as he's considered omnibenevolent.
God's hate towards homosexuals was all just words written on paper to me. Besides my mothers opinions didn't have a meaning anymore, she left me, Louis didn't.
Louis would always be there for me, I didn't know how I knew that, but I did.
Nothing could come between Lou and I; or so I thought...