Promise Me? [Larry Stylinson AU]
prologue
"Louis, I have to tell you something." Harry sat up, looking over at his Doncaster boyfriend. "Yeah Haz? You can tell me anything. Ya' know that." Louis smile was big as his eyes fell on the flower crown that sat on the mop of curls. That's one thing Louis loved about Harry, he was so carefree and he didn't seem to care what people said. Unlike himself- where every word someone said would offend him, well- accept when it came to Harry.
"My parents said we have to move." The younger boy breathed out, watching as Louis frowned. "What do you mean move?" his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Uh- out of state. Out of the country actually..they said that if I move to America, maybe i'll turn straight. Maybe i'll start liking girls- and being normal. Maybe my parents will finally start giving a shit about me. I-I can't love you anymore Louis." Harry looked down before he could see the love of his life crying.
"What do you mean you can't love me anymore, Harry? Please tell me you're kidding." Louis' eyes were full of hurt and tears, pleading Harry to tell him that this was a sick joke- or that he was being paid to tell him this. Harry shook his head, wiping a tear from his eye, his long fingers reaching over to Louis' arm and running his fingers along the small tattoos that were inked into his tan skin. "I'm not kidding, Louis." Louis ripped his arm away from Harry's touch.
"I'm sorry I'm such a bad boyfriend, I'm sorry that I'm leaving you like this, I'm sorry for not being good enough. I'm just so fucking sorry, Harry. I'll do anything! Please! Just stay!" Louis cried. He needed Harry, and he would do anything in his power to keep him. And this? Well it was out of his power- and he hated it so fucking much. "Just promise me, Louis. Promise that when we're older we'll see eachother again. And we'll love eachother just as much as we do now. Promise me?" Harry looked at his boyfriend, his knees to his torso. Louis sat down, his chest still heaving. "I promise, Harry." He wrapped his arms tightly around a wrecked Harry, feeling the thin material of his shirt dampen.
"And you're not a bad boyfriend, you're the best I have every had. I love you so much." Harry whispered. Louis ignored the small small thorns that poked him when he sat his chin on top of Harry's head and leaning down to give a kiss on his cheek. "So are you. I'll never forget you."
Notes
hi! feedback would be great.italics are flashbacks, in this chapter Louis was 17 and Harry was 15.
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12/26/13