Locker 17

Chapter 115

{For this chapter I recommend listening to "Wait" by M83 because while it honestly goes with this chapter and I just love the song! Hope you like it!}

*Harry's POV*

This has all been part of my plan, since the beginning. Now, the part with having to leave dinner as early as we did wasn't expected but it works.

Paris was such a fucking hell ride with all the problems and drama that it all got in the way of doing something with the present Louis gave me. Once my father called to inform me that the trip was shortened, there was no way that we could go to the Lock Bridge. I'm sure I was looking forward to it more than Louis was. When we were on the plane and Louis mentioned it, I could've sworn I felt my heart drop. At the moment, I felt like such shit realizing he actually wanted to lock the lock. My mind was empty of ideas at the time, so I just promised I'd make up for it. Now, I'm doing just that...keeping that promise.

The bridge here might not holds so much meaning to people, considering it's just a wooden bridge, but it'll hold meaning to us.

Once I'm finally able to get my mind back on track, I begin to walk over to Louis. He's standing on the bridge, pacing back and forth trying to find the hole I told him to find. After I've seen he's stopped in his tracks, finding the hole, I approach him from the back.

"Why is there a hole here?" he asks, putting his pinky finger through it. I don't blame him for being clueless about this situation, I'm sure he would've never seen it coming. It's been a while since we talked about the lock, besides, it wasn't a big deal to him in the first place.

"I drilled it." I admit. Earlier today, my mind was set on doing just that. There was no way to put an actual lock here, given the fact that this isn't like the bridge in Paris that has the wire to lock them in place. The only possible way to make it work was to make a small hole through the wood. Now, Louis can't say I didn't tried.

"You made that hole?" his left brow raises in suspicion.

"Yeah," I try to show all signs of carelessness so he'll think this isn't a big deal, but it is to me.

My mum had gone over the meaning of this tradition, locking the lock. According to what she told me, when you lock a lock with your partner, it means that you're making a commitment to each other. You're promising you'll stay together for a long time, maybe not forever but a while.

I was a bit hesitant at first, a long time is a long time and right now I'm not sure that I'll have Louis for a long time. Just by thinking about having Louis slip through my fingers at some point, makes me cringe. All those thoughts come to mind, knowing that there's better guys out there. Guys that have their mind set to higher goals. Guys that meet Louis' expectations. All I know is that the odds of Louis staying with me for as long as I want, not many. I don't want to face the day when that comes and I'm hoping I never have to. That's exactly why I'm doing this. I can't offer marriage because we're way too young, and I'm sure he'd find that ridiculous. As much as I wish that I could, I can't. One, it's not legal. Two, what if Louis ends up regretting it in the future.

Louis gazes at me, still trying to figure out what I'm doing here. The lines of his forehead become visible, if he keeps doing that he'll be sure to have wrinkles sooner or later. "Why would you-" he begins to say. I cup his hand in mine, lifting it up to my chest.

Without a word, I spread his hand, followed by placing the lock in his palm. He quickly looks down at it, realizing what's happening. The flushing of his cheeks is almost immediate.

"I told you I'd make up for it," I whisper to him.

He lifts his look up at me, staring in disbelief. "You, you actually remembered. I honestly thought you had completely forgotten about it." he admits, his voice cracking at the end of his sentence.