Harry's pov
it's been a couple of months since i told my mum. i'm finally free from mary. it feels so fucking good to just- let go. be myself. oh did i mention my parents also got a divorce? yeah mum didn't take dads bullshit so now i'm not speaking to him.
today is the day i talk to louis. get my boy back and begin our fairytale officially this time. i pick some flowers for him and bake some brownies. everything is so pretty looking i've never been more proud of myself. i make my way to louis's house i haven't been home for quiet a while because i was at mums and stuff.
anyways i knock on the door flowers and brownies in hand when i see a buff taller than me guy standing right at the window "can i help you mate?" he says intimidatingly
"hi im here to speak to louis?" i ask and he frowns "what do you need him for?" i look down at my gifts
"just to talk to him please?" i say and he chuckles "alright but quick tip. he's my boyfriend so im telling you now if you're planning on doing something sketchy you'll get your ass kicked." he says and i frown. boyfriend?! boy fucking friend are you kidding me?!
"lou! some guys here for ya!" he shouts and i can hear someone coming downstairs.
it's not him. it's not my louis my boy. it's not even anyone who looks like him. "im sorry but there was this guy who lived here? louis tomlinson this isn't louis tomlinson." i look to the other louis and he nods
"yeah they moved out like 2 months ago great people." he says and i frown "do you know where they went?" i ask and he shakes his head "nope"
i nod "sorry then." i walk back to my house and just stare into the abyss. where's my boy? where could he have gone.
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~months later~
okay quick recap. i moved to italy. it's been a dream of mine since i was a kid. i love italy and love the people there. i have a small little apartment and i am loving it.
right now for the truth. i can't move on. he left and i can't do anything about it. it aches me every damn day. i miss him more than anything else.
i've not let anyone touch me since him. it feels so wrong to even think about it. i miss him so much i keep having dreams of seeing him again kissing him. but obviously those just remain in my head.
right now is my day off. i went to my favorite gelato place and got myself some before walking around the city and seeing a gallery. i'm not an artsy guy but something just pulled me to go inside.
and so i do i walk in and look at the paintings admire how beautiful everything is. then i come across a painting. it's me. like my face. what fuck?
i look at the plate beneath it and read the title and who drew it
'luce della mia vita'
Louis w. tomlinson
oh my fucking god what?! this is fucking fate. i rush around to find someone who can help me track lou.
"excuse me sir." i stop a guy dressed in a nice suit. "yes?" he speaks with a heavy italian accent
"this painting." i point to louis's painting "where can i find the artist." i say and he nods
"he left business card! i will go get!" he says and i nod watching him go to the front desk and come back handing me his card
the business name has his number. i immediately text it.
me
hello is this artist louis tomlinson?
he replies back immediately.
louis?????????
hi yes how can i help you?
me
i need a portrait done
louis????????
oh sure! just send me a picture of you or whoever you want drawn and i'll draw it and send it over to ya
me
no i'd prefer if it was in person i really want you to get the details.
louis????????
i don't usually do meetups i'm afraid
me
i really need this painting sir. i'd pay you double the amount just please. you can bring a friend or anyone you trust.
louis????????
fine. but you will pay double.
me
anything you want.
louis????????
tomorrow 6 pm.
me
you got it.
god i'm creepy.
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Fanfictionharry had always been a good christian boy. church every sunday. loving wife. life was going great for him. until a 19 year old twink moved in right in front of them.
