No Angels [ larry au ]

six

(before i start, six in french is just six. okay. carry on)

Weeks had passed and bruises had healed and Harry was finally out of the hospital. Everything had gone back to normal, except for the fact that Louis hadn't hit Harry in two weeks. That was a big accomplishment for the both of them, as sad as it seems. There had been a few slip ups, though. For example, one day Harry had just finished making Louis a cup of tea and was making his way to bring it to him when he turned a corner and ran into Louis himself, spilling the boiling hot liquid all over the man's front. Louis had shoved Harry to the ground, raising his fist to hit the young boy until he realized what he was doing.

So, yes, maybe everything was wasn't all gumdrops and rainbows, but it was the best they have been in a while, and that was enough for Harry.

-

"Wake up sleepyhead, we've got a big say ahead of us!" Harry awoke to the unusually happy voice of his boyfriend.

"Whada we doin'?" He slurred, still half asleep.

"Don't you know what today is?" Louis looked at Harry with a bewildered expression.

"Uh, thursday?"

"Yes! Exactly! Today is thursday! The fair opens today and we have to go, so get up you lazy lump!"

Harry hadnt been to the fair in years. The last time was with his mum when he was twelve. He had always tried to convince Louis to take him, you know, for old times sake and all that, but Louis had always refused, claiming that he hated fairs and was never willing to go near one.

"I thought you hated the fair, Lou?"

"That I do, young Harold. But, you don't, so off to the fair we go!"

-

After approximately an hour in the car they pulled up to an old field covered in old worn down rides (that probably weren't safe enough to even be set up), greasy food trucks, and rigged game booths. Louis couldn't really see the appeal of it all, but Harry was enjoying himself and that was all that mattered. Harry deserved this for all of the shit Louis has put him through.

"What do you want to do first, love?"

"Oh, I can't decide. What about the Ferris wheel, oh, or the tilt-a-whirl.. Ooh! Or maybe bumper cars, I haven't been on them in almo-"

"No. We're definantly not going on the bumper cars. You could get hurt, I'm not taking that risk." Louis said sternyly.

"But Louis-"

"Uh-uh." Louid interupted him, "no 'but's. How about we go ride the Ferris wheel? That'll be fun, right?"

Harry shrugged, sticking his lower lip out a bit and looking away from Louis. He realized that pouting wasn't going to help anything and would probably only make Louis mad, but he wanted to go on them so bad. He couln't help but pout a little bit.

"Come on love, dont be a little pouty baby." Louis spoke playfully, nudging Harry's shoulder lightly.

Harry sighed deeply and solemnly followed behind Louis, slightly dragging his feet behind him. Louis took notice of this and began to grow irritated, but then he remembered that today was Harry's day, not his. So who was he to deny the boy a ride on the bumper cars?

Louis sighed and put his arm around Harry's waist, guiding him back in the direction of the bumper cars.

"Lou? What're we doing? I thought-"

"Hush." Louis interupted the boy under his arm "It's your day, we'll do whatever you want."

Harry squeals, literally squeals, and wraps his slim arms around Louis' stong torso, burrying his face into the soft material of Louis' jumper.

-

the two were in line for half an hour, squished against strangers who smelt like BO. It was torture for Louis, but he'd go through any torture if he knew it would make Harry smile.

When the pair finally made it to the front of the line they decided that they'd be sharing a car, the purple one in the back as a matter of fact. It was mutual. They discussed it.

louis climbs in the driver's side of the car, since he was older and "more cautious" he took it upon himself to be the one to drive, harry knew better than to argue.

Once everyone was strapped into their cars, the "employee" (or whatever the fuck he was) said the signal "all clear" and pressed a big red button, turning on the light and music and enabling everyone to start driving their cars.

Louis immediately pressed on the gas, emitting a quiet squeak from Harry.

From there, it was all giggles and squeals. they were constantly bumping into the other cars, and Harry was loving it. He hadn't had this much fun in ages.

Harry saw how close they got to the other cars when they collided and thought to himself "what if I was actually able to touch it? how cool would that be?" so, he tried his best. With every car that they would bump into Harry would reach out desperately to try and get at least a finger on it, Louis was too caught up in the moment to notice.

Louis' gaze snapped back to Harry when he heard a yelp. Harry was holding his wrist in his hands and had fat tears running down his cheeks.

"What the fuck just happened?" Louis screeched.

The upbeat music stopped playing and the other cars around the two came to a halt. Everyone had their yes on the two.

"Sir, is he okay? I can guide you to first aid if you'd like-"

"Fuck off, I'm taking him home." Louis unbuckled Harry's seatbelt and picked him up bridal style. Harry nuzzled his face into Louis' shoulder, crying silently.

-

Louis pulls Harry's shirt off slowly, in fear of hurting the boy. He grimaces at all of the fading bruises covering Harry's porcelein skin, all caused by him.

He lowers his lips to each bruise, cut, and scar, pressing a gentle kiss to them and muttering a small 'im sorry' after every one.

Harry giggles at the way Louis' eyelashes tickled at his navel, tangling his fingers on the boy's above him, pulling him up so he's at eye level with Harry.

"I have never loved you any more than i have in this moment, and I'll never love you any less."

That night, Harry goes to bed feeling more loved than he ever has before.

// uh hey

sorry that i haven't updated in like, 3 months. i've been working on other books and such.

this book will be ending soon, like, in 2 (ish) chapters.

i hope none of you hate me, i tried to make this a bit longer (1190 words) to make up for it.

i hope you're all well.

all the love,

xxmolly //