Never Stop Loving You

The first time Louis saw Harry, Louis was ten and Harry was eight. It was the summertime, and Harry’s family was moving into the house across from Louis’, and when Louis saw Harry he knew he had to talk to this kid.
So, Louis walked right up to him and said, “Hi, I’m Louis and I really like your shirt.”
The curly haired kid smiled at the older boy and said, “Thanks. I’m Harry.”
After that, Louis invited Harry over to his house, so Harry went and they played on the swingset and chatted.
That day was just the first of many days together.
Quickly, Louis and Harry became close. They would have movie nights, play video games, talk endlessly and their favorite: have sleepovers. To the boys, every moment with each other felt like bliss and they never wanted to be apart.
Once summer ended and school started, Louis became worried that Harry would leave him for other friends. That, however, wasn’t even an option. Harry and Louis were stuck like glue. Other boys would talk to Harry, because he was the new kid, and he would politely speak back. But any time someone asked Harry to sit with them at lunch, or on the bus ride home, Harry would say a quiet, “No thank you.” Because he had Louis, and that was all he needed.
The first time Louis knew he had feelings for Harry, Louis was twelve and Harry was ten. Lately, Louis’ mum, Jay, was teasing Louis about how much time he spends with Harry. Saying things like, “You’ll never leave his side, will you?” and “I think my baby boy has a crush!” Louis would always just blush, and try to deny things. Louis couldn’t deny them any longer, though. He did have a crush on Harry. A big crush, so big that maybe it was even love.
One night, the families were having dinner at the Tomlinson’s, and Jay made a comment, “Louis and Harry will be together forever, I think they may even get married.” That’s when Harry’s mum, Anne, made a disgusted look, and said with complete seriousness, “Jay, that is not even something to joke about. That will never happen.” That was a big ouch to both Louis, and Harry.
The next day, when Harry and Louis talked about it, they were both hurt and confused.
“My mum said boys can’t marry boys,” Harry told Louis about the conversation he had with his mother last night after dinner, “She said it’s called being gay and God doesn’t like it.”
Louis just frowned and nodded. Because even at the young age of twelve, Louis knew what being gay was. And Louis knew that he was gay. And he knew that for sure, one day, he did want to marry Harry.
The first time Louis kissed Harry, Louis was thirteen, and Harry was eleven. They were snowed into Louis’ house; the power had just went out, it was frigid, and they were laying together in Louis’ bed, trying to sleep.
Louis tugged the blanket that Harry was snuggled up in, trying to keep warm. Harry whined, though, muttering, “Lou-ee, staaahp!”
Louis sighed, “I’m freezing.”
Harry was quiet for a moment, then sighed, “Cuddle with me.”
Louis heart jumped and his stomach did a flip; he had only cuddled with Harry in his dreams, which was where he only kissed Harry until now.
They cuddled together, facing each other. They would close their eyes, then open one to check if the other was sleeping. Eventually, this turned into a fit of giggles and Louis smiling like he was in love. He said, “I love you, Haz.” And Harry said, “I love you, too.”
Then, Louis kissed him. On the mouth, softly. And Harry didn’t pull away. He actually kissed back. And in that moment, they both knew they were in love.
The first time Louis asked Harry to be his boyfriend, Louis was fourteen and Harry was twelve. They were at Harry’s house, watching a movie and eating pizza. They had been talking a lot lately about crushes, and how Louis doesn’t get crushes on girls and Harry said that he doesn’t either. That was how Louis knew it was meant to be.
So, when the movie ended and the pizza was finished, Louis turned to Harry and said, “I have something to ask you.”
Harry just smiled that same smile he always has around Louis; it was a different smile than he had with everyone else. He said, “What, Lou?”
And Louis declared, “I want you to be my boyfriend, Harry. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Harry blushed when he nodded, and leaned into hug his boyfriend.
The first time things got bad, Louis was sixteen and Harry was fourteen. Things were great for two years. They were still best friends, and always in love, and still boyfriends. They would hug, and kiss when no one was looking. They would cuddle and still have their movie nights and sleepovers. It was everything Louis had ever imagined, but somehow better.
Until, however, Anne caught them. Anne was supposed to be away for the weekend, so Louis and Harry were staying at Harry’s so they could have alone time. However, because of bad weather, as soon as Anne got to the airport, she found out her trip was cancelled, and came home. That’s when she walked in on Louis and Harry cuddling together under a blanket on the couch, kissing.
She was disgusted. Beyond disgusted. She kicked out Louis, and forbid Harry to see him.
The first time Louis saw the red lines on Harry’s skin, Louis was seventeen and Harry was fifteen. Despite being forbidden from seeing Louis, at least twice a week, Harry would sneak and find a way to see the one he loved and while they were together, everything was perfect.
However, at Harry’s house, he was bullied by his mother almost daily; he was told, “You’re sickening,” “You’re a failure,” “You’re going to hell,” And sometimes, she would even beat him. And despite loving Louis with all of his heart, Harry felt guilty and ashamed, so he started to punish himself. Every night Harry would drag a blade across his wrists or thighs and then, he would pretend everything was fine.
“Why are you doing this to yourself, baby?” Louis asked in distress when he found out. He and Harry were in his room during a heavy makeout session when Louis took off Harry’s shirt, and saw the marks.
Harry sighed and explained everything to him.
“Please try to stop?” Louis asked.
Harry knew he was lying when he nodded, “Okay.”
The second time Louis saw Harry’s anger on himself was two weeks later. It just made Louis sad; he wanted to fix something somehow. But instead, things just got worse.
Anne found out about Louis and Harry seeing each other. Louis walked Harry home from the cinema. As Louis kissed and hugged Harry goodbye, Anne opened the door and saw the pair hugging. Louis had never seen such anger taken out on a person. She beat Harry. Right in front of Louis, she smacked him, saying, “You’re disgusting, you’re sickening, go to your fucking room!”
Louis didn’t see Harry until a month later. Harry snuck out and went to Louis’ house. He was the saddest he had ever been and you could hear it in his voice when he spoke.
“Lou… I have to tell you something,” Harry mumbled.
“What’s the matter, love?” Louis asked with worry in his voice.
“Mum set me up on a blind date.”
Louis’ heart sank. He didn’t even know what to say next. How could this happen to him, to them? They were so happy, so perfect… Why did everything have to fall apart?
“W-when?” Louis bit his lip, trying to hold himself together.
“Tomorrow. I’m so sorry. Please know, I’ll never stop loving you.”
The last time Louis heard Harry’s voice, Louis was eighteen and Harry was sixteen. They tried to be together, they tried to make things better but Harry just got worse. Harry continued to be set up with girls he wasn’t interested in. He continued to get abused by his mother, and continued to hurt himself. He only saw Louis once a month, if he was lucky.
Harry planned on doing it for a while. He figured, ‘I can’t make my mother happy, I can’t make Louis happy and I myself am not happy. This is the only way to fix things.’. So, he did it. He killed himself. It was a night after he had snuck out to see Louis. Before he left, he kissed Louis deeply and said, “I love you so much,” Then handed him a piece of paper and said, “Don’t open it until you get home.” As Harry watched Louis walk home, Harry walked to the nearest bridge. He climbed up onto the railing, fell backwards and too quickly, Harry was gone.
Louis couldn’t stop crying when he read the note. He wanted to kill Anne. He had never, ever wanted to kill somebody, but now things are different. Now Harry’s gone. And all he left with Louis was a note explaining himself. It ended with, “I’ve never stopped loving you, and I will never stop loving you.”

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