Last Line fic challenge
So, i was tagged by @beau-soleil-louis
to be able to participate in the last line fic challenge. This is the last part of my recently finished ABO fic called, ‘’Hang there like fruit, my soul/till the tree die’’ which you can check out on ao3
I hope you enjoy :D
In return, I tag @crazyupsetter to join the challenge :D
It’s late when they leave the party but Harry insists they stop by Jay for the night.
‘’We didn’t bring any clothes, Harry,’’ Louis whines.
‘’I packed a bag in the trunk, dear,’’ Harry deadpans.
‘’Well, aren’t you always prepared?’’ Louis says, impressed. Harry laughs when Louis just grabs his hand again while Harry drives with one hand.
‘’He seemed genuinely alright,’’ Louis breaks the silence.
‘’He did,’’ Harry agrees with him.
‘’What were you telling him? In the end? I only caught the tail end of it,’’ Louis asks.
‘’I promised him that I’ll always take care of you,’’ Harry says, catching a quick glimpse of Louis before returning his eyes to the quiet road ahead. ‘’And I mean it,’’
They don’t say anything else until they’re parked outside the house and Harry is okay with that, knows that Louis knows how he feels, now more than ever.
Louis meets him at the back of the car where Harry was about pop it open to grab the bag he prepared for them.
‘’Hey,’’ Louis says, grabbing his hands in his. The only lights that are on around them are the lights from the car which Harry had left running and it washes Louis’ face in gorgeous color.
‘’Hey,’’ Harry smiles at him.
‘’I’ll take care of you, too.’’ Louis tells him. ''I promise,''
Harry swallows. ‘’Love of my life, you,’’
‘’Right back at you,’’ Louis says as he stands on his tiptoes and steals a kiss. ''I love you more than footie, you know?''
''Well, I love you more than kiwis so,'' Harry says right back and Louis groans but Harry just swallows it as he holds his waist and leans in for a longer kiss.
It never grows old holding each other, whether it’s in a shower slow-dancing, whether it’s during a late lunch in the kitchen sharing a cold pizza or after a party late at night where they’ve spent their time drinking non-alcoholic punch from red solo cups.
It’s different from holding each other after a break-up, different from an awkward hug after a footie match, different when it’s in front of thousands of people.
But it’s no less loving and genuine to when they're holding each other now, washed in tail-lights under a starry night sky, like it’s impossible to let go.
It’s a good thing that they don’t plan on letting go ever.
The end
