Broken Souls l.s.

Chapter 6: Louis

A/N I apologize for depriving you all of the following chapters! I've had through chapter nine done for a while, and have just neglected to post them. Anyways, on with the chapter!

"I would like to," Harry began, trying to get me to look him in the eyes. I couldn't look him in the eyes. Not when I had detailed every dirty and naughty thing I had wanted him to do to me that he apparently now knew. "Lou, love, look at me," he asked, placing two of my fingers at the bottom of my chin in an attempt to tilt my head up to look at him.

"How much did he tell you," I hesitantly ask, looking up to meet his eyes. His eyes were full of concern and the sight alone could have made me melt and fall for him even more than I already was.

"Not much," he admits. "I know you told him about lots of dirty dirty things, but not the extent that those dirty dirty things went. Mind filling me in," he asked, running his other hand up my leg. If I wasn't blushing like a mad man, it would be quite appalling because here was the man of all my sexual fantasies asking what they entailed and didn't seem even phased by the idea a bit.

"Harry," I ask, glancing up at him for a moment before glancing back down.

"Lou," he replies, smiling down at me.

"I really like you, Harry," I admit quietly. He lifts my chin, successfully this time, so I'm looking him in the eyes. He has really pretty eyes. Everyone seems to have that person that they would gladly stare into their eyes for eternity for. Harry was my person.

"I'm quite fond of you as well, my little angel," he says, gently taking my hand. "Now, how about you come get some food, hmm," he mused, pulling me off of his desk and towards the door.

By the time we returned to the dining hall, hand-in-hand, most everyone else had finished their meals and left the hall. The only ones left in the dining hall were Niall, Liam, Zayn, Maya, and Gigi. The group sat around eating and chatting. Harry took the spot he'd been sitting in before everything went down, pulling me into the spot next to him without any hesitation. We all fell into conversation as the chefs brought Harry and I some food.

"Where's the next stop, H," Zayn asked, gently picking at some remnant of mashed potatoes.

"Liverpool," he says without a hint of doubt in his voice. I looked over at him questioningly. I wanted to know what exactly was in Liverpool that made him so sure that that needed to be the next stop. "Closer, please," he gently asked me, pulling my arm closer to him. I subtly scooted closer to him, hopefully without anyone else noticing.

Well, the girls definitely noticed. Both of them looked at the diminished space between Harry and I mouthing for me to explain to them what the sudden change between Harry and I was. The sudden change was that now we both knew how each other felt.

"Why Liverpool," Gigi questioned, having decided to pester me about whatever was going on with Harry and I later.

"My mum's there," he answered and not a word was spoken.