What Does Forever Mean to You? (Sequel to "When I Said Forever, I Meant It")

((Here is the second half of the chapter guys! Oh this part is really emotional, well at least for me it was. Just an FYI this part does deal with cutting. I don't know how triggering it is so be careful if you are triggered easily.

But anyway, both parts of chapter five are kind of just filler and padding to make the relationships and the drama coming up more intense and in depth. Get ready because next chapter is when everything goes to hell. Well not really. I'm going to break Hell up into a few chapters but by the end it's gonna be bad.

Not trying to worry you guys. Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to vote, comment, and follow. Love you guys <4))

~~Louis's POV~~

I wake up from my nap and find myself lying on Harry's chest. His gentle breaths bouncing me up and down as his chest rises and falls. I look up to see he is still fast asleep. His lips are slightly parted and he makes a soft whistling sound as he breathes. His eyes flicker from behind his eyelids, signs that he's dreaming.

Smiling I reach up and play with one of his curls. After a few minutes I get bored and pull my hand away. Harry moans and his eyes slowly open.

"Why'd you stop Boo?" He says, his voice deep and gravelly from just waking up.

"Stop what Haz?" I ask confused. I didn't do anything.

"I like when you play with my hair, why'd you stop?" He says looking down at me with a pouty face. I giggle a little a his lower lip that has come out a bit.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were sleeping. I didn't even know you knew I was doing it," I say quietly, blushing.

"I was sleeping. But when you stopped I missed the feeling so I woke up," he says gently placing his hand on my left cheek.

"Ya know, you are really adorable when you first wake up?" He says staring at me with his green eyes that aren't as bright as normal because he just woke up.

"Weird. I was just thinking the same thing," I say before leaning my head up to brush our lips together lightly. Though it only lasted a moment, the kiss held every emotion I could muster up. Not lust, or anything sexual. Just love, and passion, and pure happiness.

"How did I ever become so lucky to be able to wake up to you everyday?" He asks, brushing away a few stray hairs from my face. I look down at his bare chest and my face lights up bright red. It amazes me that even after all this time I still get so flustered and taken away when he compliments me.

"I have no clue. But I'm glad you got so lucky, because now I get to wake up next to you," I say snuggling up closer to him. Waking up to him is probably the best feeling ever.

For some reason this makes me think of the first time we spent the night at his house. We were only six at the time. It was the weekend after we met. Instantly, we were best friends and spent every waking moment together.

"Hazza, do you remember the first sleepover we had?" I say thinking more and more about the memory.

"Haha. How could I forget?" He says running this hand through me hair, "that was the best night ever. All the stuff we did. Ha like jumping in my pool naked."

I laugh at the memory. All of the memories from that night. Jumping in the pool. Getting yelled at by his mom for sitting on the roof naming stars. Watching the Power Ranger movies. All of it, the whole night is as vivid in my mind as it was while it was happening.

"What about that time in second year and we didn't have the same teacher and you didn't stop crying till they switched you?" He says laughing loudly. I cringe a bit on that one. That was not a good day when I got home. The school had called my mum and told her. She wasn't pleased when I got home.