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LOST AND STILL FINDING(larry stylinson)

chapter 14*


Harry p.o.v

Today was a bit different from the days that had passed by. A total different atmosphere with totally transformed two people. Something made it feel all new and there was this smell in the air which told me everything was going to be good soon. When I got up in the morning it was different. The house smelled of sausages. I wondered who was cooking in the morning that too so early. It was just 7 by the clock.

I got up to check. When I walked through the hallway still not completely woken up rubbing my eyes the smell seemed to be coming through my own kitchen. I had kind of guessed who it could possibly be and my guess was right. It was Louis who was cooking for us. I entered the kitchen and the scene was something unusual. Yeah it was the first time in two years that somebody was cooking for me. I walked into the kitchen without making any sound so I did not disturb him. I stood there by the kitchen table leaning against the table. And yes he was still unaware that I was standing there.

As I was about to say something I was stopped.

“this is the first time I’m cooking so your’re not supposed to comment on how much the kitchen is messed up. Okay?” Louis commands me. How come he knew I was standing behind him when he did not even turn around to check.

“how come you knew I was here?”

“you were yawning loudly when you exited your room” he says as he shrugged and turned around from the gas stove to look at me. “I don’t know if you’ll like what I cooked but if you don’t like it just swallow it cause I can’t hear defeat”

“umm…okay..umm what if I like it?” I say as I scratched my forehead.

“oh c’mon you’re supposed to compliment me” he says smiling and turned back to toss the sausages.
I walked over to the fridge and opened the fridge door to grab a water bottle.

“till when will you be done? Won’t you get late?” I say confused coz it was taking him time to cook .

“just a few more minutes then I’m going get ready” he replied still busy mixing ingredients and all.
With the passion he was cooking and the smell that the kitchen was filled with was so good that it made my stomach growl.

“I still have time so I was thinking if I could tell you something” Louis turns around as he turns off the burner and covers the pan with a lid and gestured me to walk over to the hall. I did as I was told and within the next few minutes we were seated on the couch.

“the thing that you told me yesterday that you told me yesterday, about …you being..gay..”

“yeah..why what happened ? do you wanna leave ? its totally fine with me if you want to. Anyway I’m used to it. So you don’t have to feel sorry. You can leave whenever you want” I said everything all at once. The fear of him leaving me alone which was haunting me from days was now truth that he wanted to leave. And why woudn’t he? He seriously would.

“no..no no. no.. harry. I don’t want to leave. I’m totally fine with it. Its okay . you don’t have be sorry for it.” He says immediately defending himself. I was a bit surprised when he told me he did not want to leave and stay here with me. The expression that had fallen from my face was back. Inside me I was a bit happy.

“seriously, you don’t have to force urself to stay here. You’re free to leave”

“but I don’t want to” he says as he got up from the couch on which he was sitting and came and sat beside me.

“I don’t want to leave harry. I want to stay here. You make me feel so warm and I like it” he says with a real calm tone.

“is this really the reason you want to stay here or only because I let you stay here for free” I say coz I wanted to know the reason which was stopping him from leaving but I actually did not want him to.

“harry. You are so crazy. We had a deal, I’m going to pay from the next month onwards. And that is not even the reason I want to stay here. I just want to. I like it here. Everything is just perfect. The way I’ve wanted my life to be and I like it here where there’s nobody to rule on you and..and --….. sorry that was a bit too much , just believe me I want to stay here harry” he said as he paused his thoughts in between and continued giving me reasons for him to stay here.

“okay okay okay. Its totally fine until and unless you seem to have any problem with me”

“Yeah I won’t ever have until and unless we know each other well” he says smiling at me as he got up and walked over to his room.
That sentence made me think for a while on what exactly did he mean to say but I was pretty sure he meant something else.
I did not think about it much. And yes today I had a leave. The boss was not here so I can be a bit free and so I decided to stay home today. Anyway I was in no mood to go for work so apparently I would’ve taken a leave.

After an hour when Louis left for work I decided to do something creative. Yeah I was in a mood to do something nice and arty and I thought and thought and thought and finally I ended up deciding that I was going to paint my room. Not really my bedroom but another one. But for that I needed paints. I’ll go shopping after an hour.

When I was done showering and having those yummy sausages I went to the market. I pulled out from the garage and within a few minutes I was on the streets driving over to the market. When I reached the shop I wanted to I bought some nice colour paints. I actually bought all the colours cause after arguing with myself for about half an hour I could not decide which one to paint the room with. I went over to the counter and paid my bills. I carried all the tin cans to the car and pulled back to home. I was so happy and glad over all this happening with me and Louis deciding to stay with me.

Within 15 mins I was back in my garage getting out of the car. I carried all the ten cans with me to apartment. When I unlocked the door and finally entered my house I was not at all tired but rather excited to PAINT! First I went into my room to change into informal wear.

Yeah I was finally ready. I walked over to the long hallway and into a room that was at end of
the hallway beside the guestroom and the store room which led to another balcony. This room was my favourite and that is why I had decided to decorate this room all by myself. I usually kept it locked from the day Louis stayed here but now that I was fine with sharing things with him I will as well show him this room. As I turned the key in the door lock the anxiety and excitement inside me was rising and I knew there was going to be no end to it until I finish doing what I wanted to.

When the door opened I was so glad to see the room again though I went there everyday. That was my music room. I actually worked as an assistant music director at the syco records. My work was just to help my boss with the correct tunes and notes coz I was better than him at doing it but I did not know how to manage the thing with so many wires and stuff so my boss did that. I even helped my friends with some lyrics for their songs. I actually liked writing songs more than the recording stuff but it was okay because sometimes I was just out of words and emotions and then it got difficult to write songs.

The room wasn’t small. You could call it a hall because it was huge, huge and I liked it that way.
Yeah so I was all ready with covering the giant piano, my drum set and the 10 guitars(all different) and the microphone area and the whole recording set with bed sheets so that they did not get destroyed. And if they did I would be so sad and upset coz these are the things I love more than my life.

I finally turned off the fan so that the paint did not dry up. I sat down onto the floor and opened all the cans. The colors looked so pretty inside the cans. I had 10 cans lying open in front of me and I did not know which colour to use. I kept staring at them and imagining how they would look on the wall.

I dipped the brush into the can with royal red colour. I thought it could be a good colour to paint
on the wall which was behind the giant piano. And it would also go in contrast with my black and white piano. Yeah so it was done. The colour for the wall was decided. I got up and carried the tin can near the wall. I pulled the ladder out and stepped up onto it to start painting from the top. The wall previously had a cream colour on it.

I stared spreading the paint all over the wall with the brush and carefully doing at the corners. I divided the wall according to my height. So the part which required ladder, that was the top portion of the wall, I was going to finish it off first. When I was done doing the ladder part I was sweating. I could not get sweatier than this. So I took off my tee and threw it aside on the floor.

Right now I was just in my knickers which hung low and reached my knees. I looked at the clock and it was 2 by now. I wasn’t tired but rather happy with my work.


As I stood there imagining how the red paint would look on the wall an idea clicked into my head. What if I colored a black or an orange or a white below the red one? I could try it and maybe paint in a way to make it look like the red paint is dripping over the other color? Yeah that would be so cool. So I went over to the other color which I thought and picked it up. I used a navy blue color for the lower part. I dipped the brush into the navy blue and spread the paint all over the lower half of the wall with the brush. I was so proud of myself right now coz what I saw was looking so good. The only thing left was to do the dripping part of the red paint. I did this part real carefully to make it look original. And yes when after around 20 mins when I was done doing this part I was so proud of myself. If I had been wearing a shirt right now I would’ve pulled my collars up but I was glad imagining it. I was soo happy.

Right now it was 6 by the clock. It took me soo much time to complete a wall because I wanted it to be perfect and applying multiple layers on it was time consuming. I was standing there proud of myself. I quickly moved onto the next wall. This wall was going t be a bit different from the previous one. I already had decided in my head. I opened all the cans. This time I did not need the brush. I was just going to splash the paint onto the wall to give it funky look as this was the wall behind the drum set.

As I was about to pick up a bucket and splash it onto the wall the door bell rang and the smile on my face grew wide. I wasn’t so happy before coz of Louis.

LOUIS’ P.O.V
Yeah today I left early coz surprisingly people turned out to be less in number so I had the chance to finish my thing early and I returned home early. I rang the door bell and stood there waiting for a few seconds before the door flew open and I was greeted with a huge smile but all messy harry with different colored paint all over his bare chest and some even on his face.
He was smiling soo hard and those dimples were looking so pretty. I couldn’t stop myself from commenting on his smile.

“harry, you have the prettiest smile” I say as I entered in and locked the door behind.

“Louis!!” the way he replied me back I wanted to tease him.

“and the most beautiful eyes”

“stop” he says chuckling but right now I was liking it

“and your bum is..” I was smiling hard and rather harry too behind his back coz I couldn’t look
at him as he walked past me to the kitchen probably to get a glass of water like he usually did.

“shut up Louis!”

“and your dimples are so pre…” I say but I was stopped as harry handed me the glass of water and held my hand tight to pull me somewhere.

“come here.. I want to show you something” he said as he pulled me and dragged me through the long hallway to show me something. I was so confused right now but I was rather wondering what so much paint doing on his body. As he pulled me hard and at some steps I even tripped but right now I was too, a bit excited about what was he actually going to show me.

“what is it harry?” I ask him as we were running together in the hallway to the place where he
wanted to take me. “harry tell meeeee” I ask him again but he did not stop. After a few seconds when we finally reached the room door harry stopped and looked at me. He was panting though.

“are you ready?” he asks me smiling which made those dimples appear. His eyes were shinning so much. What had he been planning out I did not understand.

“yeah I literally am..but before that you need to leave my hand. Your hold is too tight” I say as I looked down at my wrist which he held so tightly.

“oops…sorry…!! But tell me tell me tell me are you ready?” he asks me soo excited like a 4
year old who might’ve kept a surprise for me.

“yes harry yes. I am. Now will you please show me what it is…?” I say as he was about to open the huge doors of a room. I wondered what was in there and why was he roaming around in the house with so much paint on him?

“1…2…3…AND HERE IT ISSSS……………” He shouts in a louder tone but sounded rather glad.

“I wonder what made you so colorful today” I say as I stepped into the huge hall which was covered with bedsheets all over the place and there was a faint smell of paints inside the room.

“whats under these sheets haz?” I ask him in doubt as I glanced over the place bit by bit. But right now something had caught my eye. This couldn’t have been more perfect. my eyes were opened wide and literally my jaw dropped.

“ha-harryy yo-u did this? Don’t tell me YOU did this?” I say standing shocked in front of the huge wall which behind something covered in the sheets.

“why don’t you like it?” he asks me.

“are you stupid? This is the best…the best piece of art I’ve ever seen harry. This is just perfect u know. The way that red drips over the blue one. Its looks so original” I compliment coz what I saw was something I could’ve never imagined.

“really? You like it soo much?” he asks me still excited and I don’t know why he didn’t believe me.

“trust me harry this is perfect” I say again as I turned to him. “This is just per-fect” I whisper again nodding at him.

“thank you Lou. You are the best” he says smiling back at me.

“you’re so sweating right now with all that paint on you…you should clean up yourself” I say as ii walk towards the door.

“yeah I will..but I still have a wall left to paint and I’m not stopping till I finish it up” he says looking at me like someone who would kill me if I stopped him from paining.

“so I’ll change and be back here within minutes.” I tell him as I ran out of the room and directly stopped when I entered mine.



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