A Twisted Way to Save Someone (L.s)✔

Chapter 12

Louis's Pov

I wanted so badly to kiss the hell out of Harry when he looked up at me with his glazed emerald eyes, his red lips standing out against his puffy tear stained face. But I didn't.

Instead, I pecked him on the cheek. To be honest, I don't even know what he wants. I don't want him to think I'm taking advantage of him in any way. But I want this to be something.

Soon after we had ate, Harry disappeared in his room while I had retired to my own too. It wasn't that late but I had decided to sleep anyway.

I sighed, rubbing my eyes as I climbed into bed. I didn't know what to do. I don't want to ignore my feelings for him, they're only getting stronger as I stay with the boy, holding him or watching him.

He was just truly an angel and he broke my walls down. Maybe not all the way but definitely enough. My heart clenched at the thought of him getting hurt at all or hurting himself too. To even think that he thinks that he doesn't deserve happiness when he deserves everything in the world.

I want to show him that. I want him to believe it and I'm going to make him believe.

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A soft knock woke me up. I didn't even realize I had fallen asleep. I groaned as I stretched before climbing out of my bed. I opened the door to find Harry and I didn't even get a chance to look at his face before he lunged at me.

I stumbled back, catching myself before I fell, quickly wrapping my arms around the boy. His broken sobs hit my ears and concern hit me like a train. I quickly pulled him into my room, shutting the door.

"Love, what's wrong?" I asked him, gently pulling him to my bed. I pulled his arms off of me as we sat down but he didn't want that. With a whimper, he latches back onto me with his legs wrapping around my waist and his arms around my neck. His face hid in the crook of my neck, his tears falling like rain onto my skin and I could feel his entire body shaking.

"He's going to find me, he's going to kill me. I have to go back, I have to go back. I don't want to go back," he whimpered, whispering the words like a mantra over and over. My eyes widened at what he was saying and now I completely understood.

I pulled him back and he went willingly. His face was written in complete distress and fear.

"Harry, he won't find you here. You're safe," I said reassuringly, my hand coming up to stroke his curls. It seemed touching him calmed him down faster.

He shook his head so violently, I thought it was going to snap. "N-no! He's g-going to hurt m-me!"

"Harry, he won't get you here. Love you're safe, safe," I muttered, bringing him closer as I continued to stroke his curls. I cradled him almost and he gripped my shirt like life depended on it. He continued to sob though my touch seemed to calm him as his sobs started to die down.

His sobs were now sniffles before he turned to look up at me with doe green eyes. "Safe?"

"Safe," I nodded. He sighed, sniffling again. His eyes drooped closed and a smile tugged my lips at the sight. But then they snapped opened and he sat upright in my lap.

He blushed furiously before moving to get off of me.

"M'sorry. I must be annoying. You shouldn't have to deal with me. Sorry, I'll leave," He rambled, scrambling to the door but I was quick to catch him. I didn't want him to leave.

I snapped him back into my arms, pulling us both back onto the bed. I laid half on my back and side, tucking Harry closer to me.

He had teary confused eyes, wariness mixing in between as he looked up at me with parted lips.

"Stay," I said simply, staring into his eyes seriously to show that I meant it. "As I said before and will say it again; you're not a burden, love. So stay."

He sniffled, his lip wobbling. He buried his head into my chest and snuggled closer. There was no personal space and I didn't care. I actually loved the feeling of him so close.

I've never had someone close to me before. Simple crushes I've had died quickly. To be honest, no one has made me want to care or feel for them but Harry changes that.

Harry was warm against me and I buried my nose into his sweet smelling curls, still damp from a recent shower. He also smelled like me being swallowed by a black jumper and grey sweats so cuddly.

"C-can I sleep here? Tonight?" Harry whispered suddenly, looking up at me from my chest with to innocent eyes.

"Of course you can, angel. I don't want you to be alone," I said, matching his soft tone.

"Thank you," he closed his eyes, breathing deep. His body was visibly relaxed against mine and I was glad that he wasn't frantic or scared anymore now.

I don't know what had set him off but I'm better off not asking. I didn't want it to happen again. As his breaths evened in sleep, I found myself watching him closely, watching for any more of that terrified look, any distress.

Soon, I found myself drifting off while I watched Harry's peaceful face and I welcomed the slumber as I tucked Harry even closer.