IRL **Larry Stylinson** (Sequel To Kik Me)

1- Moving Day

Louis P.O.V

It's been weeks.  Weeks since that day.  The day the love of my life asked me.  That faithful question.  Would you move in with me?  The day I said yes.  Now it's another day.  The day he comes to help me put my boxes into a truck.  A truck that contains my life.  But soon it will be our life.  A life together.  Everything will no longer be mine.  It will be ours.  We will be together.  Harry will be my forever.  I can only hope to be his.  I secretly know I will.  But hoping helps.  I did hope for this.  I like hope.

"Hey Boo."  Harry says swinging open my door.

"Hazza!"  I scream running up to him

"What a warm welcome."  He says as he grabs me.

"Missed you so much."  I mumble nestling my head in his neck.

"I missed you more angel."  He says and I feel him smile.

"Not possible."  I whisper

"Yes possible."  He whispers back.

"I love you Haz."  I say smiling

"I love you Boo Bear."  He says making me smile wider.

"Now let's do this."  I say and he puts me down.

My feet touch the ground.  I stare at the godly figure in front of me.  My eyes gravitate to his wrists.  They look red.  They're crimson scars.  Couldn't possibly be a cats doing.  I know he'll say it was.  But I see through his lies.  Most people get mad when lied to.  I know he only does it to keep me happy.  We all have battle scars.  Mines are in the form of burns.  But they're all old.  I can tell Harry's are as well.  I think we saved each other.  We both used to be broken.  But we found each other.  The pieces came back together.  Our lives were complete.  They still are complete.  There forever complete.  Never to broken again.  Harry saved me.  I think I saved him.  I'm forever grateful.

We spend hours moving boxes.  Even Harry admitted it was tiring.  He does cross fit.  Well I think so.  He at least looks the part.  After hours of torture.  Also pronounced moving.  We were finally done.  I was so glad.  I collapsed on the floor.  Big mistake.  The pain surged through my head.  Tears welled in my eyes.  It wasn't until Harry picked me up that the pain went away.  He makes it all better.

"You okay?"  He asks.

"I am now."  I say with a smirk.

"You sure you're fine?"  He asks with deep concern.

"I'm sure."  I say with a slight smile.

"I'm glad."  He says mirroring my smile.

After that we went outside towards the U-Haul.  We strap our seatbelts ready to begin our lives together.  I look over at Harry.  He's like an angel with a shotgun.  I'm lucky to have him.  I don't deserve him.  The car starts and we begin to move.  I look back at my old house.  I won't really miss it.  I don't have a lot of memorable memories.  At least not good ones.  But I try my best to push those out of my mind.  I'm good at forgetting.  I know I'll never forget this.  Starting a new life with someone I love.  Someone who loves me whether I'm wearing a snapback or a flower crown.  Harry gives me my confidence.  When I'm with him my self esteem is higher than Andy Biersack's cheekbones.  I hope I make him feel the same.  Happiness is the best feeling.  It's the best fucking feeling.

"Are you excited?"  I ask Harry.

"Are you excited?"  He asks answering a question with a question.

"Why wouldn't I be?"  I say doing the same.

"Why wouldn't I be?"  He repeats.

We both laugh.  I'm in heaven.  People say gay people go to Hell.  Hell must be fabulous.  I don't care what they say.  I used to drown my self in tears over it.  Now I'm like whatever bitch.  I still have a big heart.  I just have a little sass in it.  I drive people wild.  They think I'm so sweet.  Until I open my mouth.  The sass came out in my old neighborhood.  Now I'm moving.  But my sass is moving with me.  I can't leave it behind.  Good old sassafrass.  I spent my whole youth here.  My family were nice enough to let me have it.  They're moving back in now.  I know they'll take good care of it.

I'll take good care of Harry.  I fell madly in love with him.  I wonder why he fell in love with me.  Only fools fall for me.  But  he's not a fool.  Well they say only fools fall in love.  So I guess that makes us both fools.  I'm just confused.  Confused on how I got a such a great guy.  Confused on why he loves a loser like me.  Confused on why he didn't do better.  I know he could.  He chose to save me.  Save me from meeting the king of death.  Save me from myself.  I said I was a lost cause.  He didn't believe me.  He fixed me.  Mended my broken mind.  Wiped away the tears in my eyes.  Said I was to beautiful to cry.  He called the ugliest person beautiful.  I can't believe he did that.  Just to make me happy.  He doesn't lie to hurt.  He lies to help.

"We're here!"  He says pulling up at the flat.

"It's beautiful."  I say in awe.

"Thanks."  He says.

"You're welcome."  I say still in awe.

Harry releases the key from the ignition.  The U-Haul's comforting vibrating stopped.  I looked at him.  He looks at me.  He opens the door and steps out.  I do the same but I jump.  I'm vertically challenged.  One of the reasons I got bullied.  I'm still the same insecure freak.  I shake the bad thoughts away.  I wont lose my mind.  I join Harry and pick up a box.  It's childhood momento's.  I look at the house and smile realizing I can finally escape my past.  I can change bad memories into good.