Young & Beautiful

He’s dizzy now, gasping and dry and reeling but he still clutches, still steals back the breath he
gave to Harry, and they’re against the window now it seems, Harry’s back pressed against cold
glass that’s begun to fog from their puffing breaths and Louis’ just found his hands. They’ve
managed to find the buttons on Harry’s shirt.
Good job, hands. Good hands.
They’re unbuttoning each button carefully and Louis can’t even really feel himself doing it, it’s
just a dream, but his mouth is still gasping into Harry’s and there’s sunlight and the smell of home
and Harry’s making the softest, sweetest noises that only Louis can hear and he’s almost done
with those goddamn yellow buttons—thank fuck—and is now beginning to feel the hot press of
Harry’s hands making their way down his stomach and to the button of his trousers—
When suddenly Louis’ mouth is cold, his hands empty.
He blinks awake, trying to assess what just happened as he stares out the smudged, foggy glass of
the window. Startled, he whips around.
Harry’s panting, eyes blazen and wild, his lips red and wet like fresh lava and his clothes are
crumpled, thanks to Louis. He’s wiping his mouth, his face white, whiter than it should be, and
he’s taking frantic steps back, shaking his head.
…What?
What’s happening?
“Harry?” Louis croaks, dazed and barely conscious, still drowning in adrenaline and Harry.
“No,” Harry manages, rough and wrecked, shaking his head frantically. “No. Not with you,
Louis. Not with you,” he says, and what??
Louis can’t catch his breath.
Neither can Harry.
Why isn’t there more air?
Harry must have taken it with him.
“Not with you,” Harry says one last time before he practically flings himself out the door,
slamming it behind him, and leaving Louis alone, framed in the window, suffocating.
Chapter End Notes
THIS ISN'T THE END.
You guys wanted it, so here it is. :)
The song that encapsulates this entire chapter and the next is Kodaline's "All I Want".
Not even kidding, that song inspired most of this ending, and a lot of this story.
Listening to it gives me feelings and images. This is what they were. Listen to it! It
might make you feel things, too.