I'll Give You My Heart(Zouis)(boyxboy)

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Louis stood under the tree, a secretive smile on his lips. His eyes shifted to the opposite side of the tree landing at the window, a sudden tide of nostalgia enveloping him. His legs itched to climb up the tree, to perch himself on the window before carefully entering the room. A chuckle escaped him as he thought about all the pranks he had planted in that room, how he had waited for them to unfold in front of himself before running back to his car and laughing all the way back to home. With a softness to his motions, he caressed the bark, memories flashing before his eyes. Absurd or not, he wished he could give something to the tree, something to show his gratitude. After all, that tree had led him to, what he proudly called, his life, now.

" Hi, Tommo!" He was brought back to the present by the surprisingly warm voice. From his peripheral vision, he could see the tall figure standing by the window. " I'm sensing a reunion," Harry smiled, letting his gaze fall at the tree. Louis chuckled and hugged the tree playfully, earning a genuine laugh from his former enemy.

" Nah. More like reminiscing." He released the tree, rubbing one of his feet on the ground, both of his hands now secured in his pockets.

Harry gave him an earnest smile and waved him over towards the door. Casually, Louis strolled towards the door the smile still plastered on his face.

He stood outside for a few minutes before Harry opened the door, gesturing him to come in.

" Zayn's asleep but you can come in." Louis examined the door properly, trying to find a sign for any sort of conspiracy against him. He couldn't help himself. The last time the curly-haired lad had invited him in he had ended up covered in sticky goo. Harry laughed at his hesitance, shaking his head a little bit. " You're safe, I promise. No more pranks remember."

Cautiously, Louis entered the door still wary of his former foe's kindness. He sighed when he reached the living room, the reluctance finally lifting off of his posture.

" I swear it's so weird, you being nice to me. I might not ever get used to it." Harry turned to face him his green eyes shining, whimsically.

" Well, you might not have to." He smirked.

" I'm genuinely sorry, Styles, but I'm already in too deep. Can't back out now." Louis retorted with the same playful aura. Green eyes narrowed at him, a deep sentiment within them.

" Well, then I better get this over with." Louis almost frowned at the sigh he let out. " He's my baby brother and he's been hurt too much and I know that I don't deserve to say it but he needs to be cherished and loved. I still don't like you but you make him feel good and I can see that you care about him and that's making you a bit bearable. But.." Louis' stomach dropped at the firmness of his tone. " If you ever hurt him, even a little. Hypocrite or not, I will kill you." By the time he ended his little speech Harry was glaring at Louis, his friendly expression completely darkening into a deadly serious one.

Louis was taken aback at the tone Harry had used with him but it only lasted a few seconds. " You know what? I should hate this I am his elder brother talk but I don't. It's nice seeing the Harry Zayn talks about instead of Harry Styles for once." He was almost sure that Harry would pounce on him, offended by his statement but the curly haired lad only smiled taking Louis by surprise. Suddenly, that guy, the guy he had spent hating the entirety of his high school life wasn't that obnoxious. " Damn, he's rubbing off on me." He stomped on the ground, childishly.

" Well, that's Zayn for you," Harry said, his smile intact.

" So, I'm gonna wake him up now." Louis advanced towards the steps, still looking at Harry.

" He just slept, been working too hard. That art competition is getting to him." Harry shook his head, a fond glint in his eyes.

" But he's perfect. Why is he stressing?" Louis frowned, genuinely confused.