Third Person's POV

Broken. One simple word to describe Liam Payne.

Loving. Another one to describe, his boyfriend, Harry Styles.

Harry knew that Liam had a dark past that still haunted him and made him really cautious around people, including him; that's what hurt the most to Harry. Liam would flinch every time Harry would try and touch him, it's like Liam thought that Harry would hurt him. But Liam knew that that was a ridiculous thought, after all it is Harry. Harry is the only one who managed to make him open up, slightly. He was his first boyfriend, and most probably his last. Everyone knew that anyone who would try and ask the brown eyed lad out would be immediately rejected. It was a shock really when Liam didn't turn Harry down. Liam couldn't find it in his scarred heart to reject the sweet and innocent boy. Liam was appalled by the fact that they've been dating for a whole year, without touching each other. The thought of someone laying as much as finger on his chest horrified Liam, Harry knew that, yet he didn't leave him.

Liam saw the hurt in Harry's eyes each time he would flinch away when Harry's hand hovered over his chest. When Harry thought that Liam was asleep, he would start crying while trying his hardest not to emit any noises that would disturb Liam's slumber, but Liam was always awake and he heard Harry cry every day. His dark soul was now pitch black. It hurt him to know that he was causing pain to the only form of sunshine in his life. Liam knew that if Harry left him, his life was officially destroyed. Harry didn't know that he was the only one who managed to draw a smile on the broken boy's face, he didn't know that without him Liam won't be able to function. Seeing the curly headed lad wrapped up safely in their bed warmed his ice cold heart.

'I love you Haz' these words were probably the only reason as to why Harry was still here. Every time Harry heard this beautiful symphony come out of Liam's mouth, his heart would melt and he would fall even more for his broken, beautiful mess of a boyfriend. Harry's only desire was to touch Liam. One touch would suffice, he just wanted to feel his boyfriend. He wanted to experience what it would be like if he got the chance to run his long fingers down Liam's toned chest.

Other than that, he wanted to swap out hearts with Liam. He wanted to swap out lives with Liam. He simply wanted to swap out their love for each other. Instead of Liam being the broken one, he wanted to be the one with a bad past so that Liam wouldn't have to suffer. He wanted Liam to have a happy life and let Harry have the sad one instead. He wanted Liam to be able to show his love towards him easily and for him to show it in a twisted way. As long as they were together Harry wouldn't mind. Sadly, Harry knew that that thought was far from possible and that saddened him. How else would he be able to make his Li happy? Harry didn't know that he already did.

The thought seemed to become like the best solution in Harry's eyes. They should simply swap it out. And by it Harry means everything.

Instead of sitting cuddled up together like any other couple watching a romantic movie, each one of them was sat at the corners of the leather couch. Harry never complained though. Knowing that he was in the presence of his fallen angel was enough to satisfy him. On the other hand, Liam wasn't satisfied. He wanted to let Harry sit on his lap while he ran his fingers tenderly in Harry's soft, unruly curls. Due to his fucked up self, that perfect scene would never happen.

They were sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence, both of them wanting to voice their thoughts but not knowing how exactly they were supposed to do that. Gathering some confidence, Harry finally spoke up.

"Liam what would it be like if me and you swapped everything out?" Harry knew that Liam won't understand what he meant and he was proved correct when he was met with Liam's confused expression.

"What do you mean Harry?"

"Like if it was me who had a bad past you would be happy and you wouldn't mind someone touching you and you wouldn't be too closed off from everyone. I just want to see you happy Li. So how do you think your life would be if it were me who was broken and not you?" Harry's ever so innocent wish made Liam's heart clench in sadness and it made him realize just how much Harry truly loved him. He looked into Harry's eyes and he could see that Harry wasn't kidding, he seemed like he really wanted that to happen. Liam always knew that Harry wanted to touch him, just not that badly.

"Touch me Harry." Harry's eyes widened to the size of saucers and he stared at Liam with disbelief.

"Liam did you just...." Harry trailed off his mind still not processing Liam's incredulous request.

"Haz, touch me please. I want to feel your hands running up and down my bare chest, and then we'll cuddle in bed if you want." Even Liam couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth but he knew that he had to do this, for Harry. For the boy who wanted to be in Liam's place so that Liam can be in his instead and then he would be able to live a happy life. Liam knew that Harry was the person who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so he might as well just let him touch him already.

Liam intently watched as Harry's fingers shakily rose to take off Liam's shirt. After the shirt was messily discarded on the floor, the atmosphere suddenly became so tense it was almost unbearable. Starting off with his index finger, Harry placed it by Liam's collar bone, then ever so gently he started trailing it down Liam's chest. When Harry looked up to Liam's face he realized that he had tears streaming down his face with his eyes blown wide in fear and pain. Harry immediately retracted his finger and he stared guiltily at his boyfriend. Liam quickly grabbed Harry's hand and placed it all on his chest urging him to touch the previously forbidden area. Harry looked at Liam unsurely, not wanting to torture him. If touching Liam was putting him through so much pain then it wasn't worth it.

"Please Harry, I need this. It felt so good and I want to feel it again." But instead of complying, Harry did something else instead. He slowly lowered his head until his ear was pressed over that part of Liam's chest where he could hear the steady 'thumps'. So overwhelmed by all the new feelings that Harry was undergoing, he couldn't help but cry. When Liam felt hot tears on his warm skin, he lifted Harry's curly head and enveloped his lips with his own.

"I love you Haz."

"I love you too Li. So so much."

"Do you want to go to bed?"

"Are we going to cuddle?"

"Yes baby, we are."

"Let's go Li."

The lovers spent the rest of the night in a tangled mess of limbs, but they wouldn't have it any other way. Harry was ecstatic and he still couldn't wrap his head around the thought that he actually touched Liam today. Instead of having his boyfriend suffering with all of the locked up secrets that he yet had to reveal, Harry forced them out of him. Another rough patch that they had to overcome, but they did it and their relationship became even stronger.

Things only got better for them.

All patched up. That's what Liam became.

Still loving. That's what Harry still was.

A/N~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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