"So...about yesterday?" "There is something that they're planing, and if it's not that, then they are probably thinking about using us for our career. Get money out of us," I tell Louis as I briefly started to paint the outlines to my art piece. I stand back and look at the work before I did a few more touches on the artwork. "How does this look Hazza?" Louis asks and I glanced over to see what he did.

"That looks really lovely baby," I tell him and plant a soft kiss on his temple, because it was another painting that related to me. "Happy belated anniversary," he then tells me and he looked up at me and I rolled my eyes. "I told you that you didn't need to do anything. I was happy with all that you did yesterday," I said with a knowing look. "But I wanted to give you something. You saved me, you know? I was on the edge of ending my own life until you came in," he says and I softened. "I feel the same baby. Thank you for saving me," I said and he smiled up at me and the two of us shared a sweet kiss.

"We have each other and that's all that we'll need for now," Louis said when we pulled away and pressed our heads together. "God, I love you," I said and he giggles before we kissed again softly. "And I love you too," he says when we pull fully apart. I smiled warmly at him before I went to my art piece. "What are 2e going to do with them if they do try anything?" I asked, going back to the subject before our little love confessions to each other. "What is there for us to do? I'm not going to hurt my family Hazz. They are awful at being family, but I would still not hurt them."

"And I'm not trying to prompt my question that way. I wouldn't do that either. I'd rather try to teach a dog how to talk than hurt them," I said as I was still sketching the outline. "I can see you doing that actually. You're cute like that," I stopped and looked at my boyfriend. "What? Am I supposed to lie? You wouldn't hurt a bug, Harry. It took you 10 minutes to just spray a roach with raid. It took you double that time to actually pick it up." "It creeps me out! Just feeling their body through thin tissue and sometimes there would be that crunch that makes me want to gag..."

"And like I stated before, you're cute like that. Yet you can still be daddy as fuck. How is that possible?" He then asked and looked at me. I grinned and shrugged. "Gotta remind my baby who's the dominant one in the relationship," I tell him and that made him bite his lip and smirk at me. "Is that so?" He asked and I turned my body to face his. "That's very much so," I stated as he stepped up. I reached and things were about to be intimate until there was a knock at the door," I moved my hand back and that made Louis grown. He was the one who stepped out of the room and walked to answer the door. I followed him when I heard the door open.

It was a nice elderly lady who was saying something to Louis. "Harry, this nice lady wanted our help to move his grandson's belongings into his home next door," Louis tells me as I stepped up from behind him. "He's only 18, and he had so much," the lady says. "I don't see why we can't help. I had nothing planned but to sketch," I said and we stepped out to help the young boy move in.

"So what do you guys do?" The boy asks and Louis smiled before saying that we were artist. "Oh, that's so cool! I've been trying to sell my poems, but no one really took me seriously." "Well I don't mind buying one from you," Louis said. "Well I create them based on what the customer wants." "Okay, that's interesting. C'mon, I'll tell you what I want it to be about," he said and they walked upstairs to talk what poem Louis wants. I just continued putting up the guys stuff. "Oh, you aren't going to stay with that boy of yours?" "Why? They're just talking about poems?" "Yeah but your lover is attracted to boys, yes?" "Attracted to boys, yes. That's kind of one of the factors as to how we're together, but he wouldn't cheat. He wouldn't ever think of doing that." "I see..."

We walked into a room that was supposedly the office, and he closed the door behind him. Okay..."So..." "Okay, I want it to be about my love for him." "Who?" "My boyfriend downstairs obviously." "Oh, your taken?" "You couldn't see it?" "No. The two of you were pretty platonic in front of me." "So...you thought I was going to ask you out?" "No...yes...maybe," he said and looked away. I chuckled. "I won't lie..." "Dylan." "I won't lie to you Dylan you're cute, but you kind of look like a fuckboy for one. You do have pretty eyes, but not like my Harry's pretty eyes. Your hair is also pretty, but Harry's magnificent. Besides, he's hot and we just have a connection that I can't have with you. We bond at a certain level that you and I can't ever reach. To be fairly honest, if we did date, then I would definitely still be depressed as shit and I probably would still want to kill myself."

"Ouch..." "Just being truthful to you. Harry and I legitimately saved each other from ending it all, and I can never hold that kind of love that I have for him for anyone else but him. Sorry if that disappointed you," I said. He just looked down and that was when things started to feel awkward. "Um...you don't have to do the poem. I'll just make another painting for him," I said and stepped to the side and I walked out of the room. "Damn that was awkward as hell," I mumbled before I went down and I saw Harry slapping his hands. "Your done already?" I asked and he nodded.

I stepped up to him and I took his hand in mine. "I'm sorry to leave you with all of the work. I just wanted a poem about my love for you," I confessed. "Baby, the painting alone is good enough. Besides, he didn't have a lot, so there's nothing to apologize for. Also, love you too," he said and kissed me head of hair. "Are you sure? Because I always feel like I need to do something for you," I spoke shyly and he coos at me. "That's love baby. Just knowing that you love me is enough for me, and I'm so happy that you're here with me. You are my best friend and lover. Both are the greatest that I have received okay? I don't need a thing on paper to prove to me that you love me." "Okay."

We were thanked by the elderly woman for the help that we have to her grandson and we were out of the door. "Wanna go the highschool?" Harry asks as we were walking back to the house. "Why? What for?" "Well I heard that Mrs. Malik gave birth and she is stopping by the school to show her students her baby girl," he tells me and I smiled. "It's been a while since we've last seen her. Hope she's doing alright," I wondered and Harry nodded. "I'm sure that she's doing well, but she actually wants us to stop by and say hi. She's been waiting to talk to us too. Catch up really." "Well let's go ahead and go. I have so much to talk to her about," I said.

We took our separate motorcycles to the school, but we got there around the same amount of time. Harry was a minute before me, but who was really counting the time.

When I did get there, Harry helped me off of my bike. Even though I didn't need help, he offered and I'm not going to refuse anything from him honestly. Only if it was something that's dumb as shit is when I will refuse. Any other time, I'll take the offer. It's Harry for goodness sake. Who am I to refuse him. Damn...I'm rambling about refusing him...I'm fucking whipped as hell. "Whatever you're doing, stop," I said and Harry looked at me as we were walking into the school. "What?" "I just had to explain to my own brain as to why I can't say no to you. Whatever you're doing, stop."

"Um...okay," he says and we continued walking. "I said stop!" I shouted with a pout. "I'm not doing anything..." "Yes you are!" "Um...I'm confused," he tilted his head. "You're always that and I always find it cute, so stop being confused!" "...are you high?" He asked and poked my temple.

"Whenever I thought about getting into a relationship, I told myself to never be whipped for anyone. Yet here you are, fucking that shit up for me..." "I'm sorry? Where is this coming from?" He asked, his voice cracking. I looked at him and I saw tears going down his face. "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I thought I was being sweet! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," I said and hugged him. "It's fine...I just...the words 'me' and 'fuck up' goes a long way for me you know..." "I didn't mean it like that! I swear that I didn't!" "Um...I just need to stop by the restroom for a moment," he said and pulled me off of him. I watched him walk down the hall and turn the corner. "Shit..." I cursed under my breath.

I walked and I walked. I walked until I was in the room that I connected with my love for the first time and I just sat in an empty seat. They were all empty, but I was sitting in my seat.

"Louis! Long time no- Louis!? What's wrong?!" I heard a familiar voice ask. I was shaking and I was sobbing.

I fucked up...I fucking fucked up! I always fuck perfect shit up! Why the fuck do I have a mouth?! Why am I fucking fuck up?! Wh-

"Louis!" I jolted up and I turned and saw Mrs. Malik right next to me, crouched. "Honey, what's wrong?" She asks. I shook and I sobbed as I told her what I did earlier. "Oh honey... everything is going to be okay," she says as she brought me into her hold. (Zayn is holding Khai) "Is it? Because I know that I really fucked up just now..." "He knows what you meant and he knows that your sorry. He just needs a little time."

"I felt cold when he pulled me off of him...it was like the coldness that I felt before I met him...but worse," I whispered as I wiped my face. "He was the flame in that painting...I was the ice. He melted my heart and I just ruined it because I couldn't be sweet in a way that wouldn't hurt him," I cried and I felt rubs on my back.

"The both of you came from a dark place and you are still healing from that. Just because you moved out of your family's homes, it doesn't mean that the bruises are magically gone. It takes time, and I know that you two will heal each other completely at some point in your life. It may not be now, but it will happen eventually," she says, comforting me. I nod and she hugs me again. "Wanna talk about what you two have been up to ? Will that distract you?" She asks and I shake my head.

There has to be a better way to tell him that he makes me feel all mushy inside, right? I already did a painting and I spoke my words, but...maybe...a song?

"Hey um...Zayn does music, right?" "Yes. Why?" "Um...I need a favor," I said and she looks at her husband. He nods and passes their little girl to his wife. "She's beautiful by the way," I said when I saw the baby's face. "Thanks, it's in the genes," she says and flips her hair. I chuckle before I talked with Zayn. Harry never came to the classroom. Which that only means that I really fucked up...

Time to make it right...
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