Cigarettes and sunflowers

🦎Chapter 10🦎

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!!TW!!
Mentions of sexual harassment
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(Harry's POV)

When I woke up everything seemed fuzzy. I don't know how else to explain it other than just fuzzy.

I couldn't comprehend where I was or what was happening. I have no idea that even happened.

I start to hear a voice. A beautiful voice. I don't know who it is but I want to hear them talk for the rest of my life, so deep but high at the same time, rough but smooth, everything and nothing. Beautiful.

I'm regaining my consciousness when I realize that I'm not home. I'm in someone else's bed. I don't know who's it is but they smell amazing.

The pajamas I'm wearing are quite fuzzy too. Comfy. The blankets too I feel like I'm floating on a cloud.

I hear the voice again and soak in it's soothing nature. I want to know who it is but I'm still feeling a little fuzzy and very very tired. And with that thought in mind I drift back off to sleep.

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When I woke up I wasn't feeling fuzzy anymore. I was in the same bed in the same pajamas but I couldn't hear the voice anymore. It was dark and I still was all that sure where I was. I sat up in the bed and tried to see through the dark.

The room seems familiar but it's too dark to see. I was starting to get worried and was getting so worked up I didn't realize that there was someone in bed with me.

I was hyperventilating, worried and confused my mind filling with anxiety. I flinch when I feel a hand on my shoulder and immediately tense up. Was it the boy who made me touch him in the bathroom? Was it some random person who picked me up off the floor? What was happening?

"Harry your up? Are you ok?" I would know that voice from anywhere. Why him. Anyone but him. "We need to talk about what happened."

I couldn't breathe. I needed comfort and I will do anything to get that. Without thinking I buried myself into Louis' chest and start crying. I soaked into his loving, comforting smell and his quiet words.

I shouldn't find comfort in this. Not with what he did to me. That made me cry even harder. We stayed like that for a while, what seemed like hours, until I cried myself to sleep in his arms.

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I woke up once again, but this time I was in Louis' arms. We were cuddling and it felt so nice, the warmth and comfort of the simple act was so overwhelming.

It was morning now. I slept a lot and was very refreshed but still on edge. Why wouldn't I be when the man who took advantage of me was right next to me.

I wanted to sit up and rub the sleep out of my eyes, get up and be productive maybe, but cuddles from Louis were too precious I didn't want to move so I just snuggled further into him, and pushed myself into the crook of his neck.

I need to talk to him. He acted like he had no idea what I was talking about when I tried to confront him about using me. Why wouldn't he just admit it I was telling him I knew what happened there was no reason to keep up the facade.

We can talk when he wakes up. Which will be soon because I'm going to wake him up. I'm impatient. "Louis. Wake up." I say while shaking his shoulder trying to wake him. He just grumbled and pushed me off. "Louiiiiiis, get uuuuuup." I pouted like a child, but it seemed to wake him up so...

"Hmm. What do you need angel?" He said sleepily. But I was blushing, I shouldn't react that way to him calling me angel but I can't help myself.

"We need to talk." I said trying to be as stern as possible. But that was hard considering that I was about as tough as a baby duck.