Look After You (Larry Stylinson AU)

THIS IS KIND OF A LARRY VERSION OF THE MOVIE 'THE VOW'

Louis's POV


"So what do you think?" I asked, staring deeply into my loves eyes.

"It's perfect Boo," he said, staring right back and smiling.

I grinned. I'd set up a picnic in the park, but it wasn't your average picnic. I had a table cloth over a park table, a vase with a single red rose, candles on the table. And more candles on the ground spelling out the words, 'I love you'. I'd spent ages trying to get it right. Not that I minded, anything for my Hazza.

I gripped his hand and lead him over to one side of the table and made him sit down. Once Harry was seated I moved around the table and sat on the opposite side of him, so I could look at his perfect face.

He smiled at me again and I smiled back. We did that a lot, smile at each other. We just made each other that happy I guess.

I pulled out the food I had 'prepared'. Technically I hadn't made it. I'd asked my friend Liam too, as he was a good cook, and I could not cook to save my life.

'I' had made tacos. I know it might not exactly be romantic, but it's Harry's favourite.

He grinned like a maniac when he saw the food.

"Boo, oh my gosh, TACOS!" he laughed. Sometimes he can be such a child when he gets excited. Although he is only eighteen, so I guess he has a right to.

I laughed and handed him one of the tacos, wich he took and immedietly started eating. He got a lot on his face, but it looked kind of cute.

That's one of the things I love about him, he can look cute no matter what. He says the same thing about me, but it's much more true about him. Although you can't deny that I am incredibly sexy.

After we finished our food, I took his hand and said my three favourite words to say to him.

"I love you."

"I love you too," he replied, smiling.

I got up and walked around the table to help him up.

We walked around the park in the moonlight, and when we got to the hill on the other end, you could see the candles that spelt out 'I love you' clearly.

I looked at Harry and saw he had tears in his eyes.

"Hazza, whats wrong?" I asked, genuinly concerned.

"Nothing," he said, "It's just this is so beautiful... I can't believe you did all this for me."

"Well who else would I do it for? I love you," I said, smiling honestly.

"I love you too."

I smiled and leaned closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I could feel him grinning against mt cheek as he connected out lips.

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We got back to the car about half an hour and many more 'I love you's later. We were walking hand in hand and laughing. Not caring about the dirty look one old woman gave us for being an openly gay couple.

Being the perfect gentlemen that I am, I opened Harry's door for him and then got in myself.

He looked at me, smiling, then leaned over to kiss me one more time. I kissed back and then started the car.

As we drove along the road, it started raining, quite hard. I wasn't worried though, I'd driven in the rain a lot of times, and it wasn't that bad yet. It was only a fifteen minute drive home. I thought we'd be fine.

Every few minutes I'd look back at Harry and smile. That was my mistake.

When I looked back to see his beautiful face, I didn't see the oncoming car.

In that moment, I saw his eyes widen, and I didn't know why.

Then I felt the impact.

It hit Harry's side of the car and he flew forwards. I hadn't realized he wasn't wearing a seatbelt.

I was thrown backwards against the seat, while Harry went forwards.

When I looked back up, I saw him lying half way in the car and half way through the windscreen.

I wasn't hurt except a few scratches, but Harry... oh my God Harry.

His head was bleeding badly, he had a lot of cuts up his neck and on his face, his leg was twisted the wrong way, so was one of his arms and something about the way his head was sitting didn't look right.

I was pretty much in shock, unable to process what was happening for several minutes.

Then I regained enough sence to pick up my phone and call an ambulance.

"Hello, how can I help you?" a voice on the other side of the line asked.

"It's Harry... h-he's bleeding an-nd he's hurt... help, the car... I don't know what happened... he's... he's..." I said, not completely making sence.

"Okay sir, an ambulance will be right there," the voice said.

I nodded and hung up the phone, my eyes still on Harry.

Why? Why did that have to happen to him? Why couldn't that have been me?

A couple of minutes later I heard a siren, wich was probably the ambulance.

Paramedics pried open the door and dragged me out, then brought over a stretcher and put Harry's limp form on it.

I watched as they pulled him onto the back of an ambulance and followed after them. They didn't want me to go, but I refused to leave.

I held the love of my lifes hand as I looked at his broken body and prayed to God that he wouldn't die.

I can't live without him.

I need him to live.