I'm in Love With A Criminal

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Long chapter :) enjoy!

TW: blood, murder, sexual harassment, bullying

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Later, Harry made his way back to the bedroom. He already knew this was going to be awkward. But he had to see Louis eventually. Thoughts circle his head as he ran his fingers through his curls. Slowly, he opened the door and saw that all the lights are off except for one by the bed.

He poked his head in the door and looked around. His heart rate sped up when he didn't see the small boy. But finally, he saw something shift in the bed, and he saw him turning to face the door.

The two of them stare at each other from across the room for a few moments. They both share a knowing look. Harry walked in, shut the door, and made his way to the couch where his blanket and pillow were.

As he started to lay down, he heard a soft voice. "You can sleep over here."

He looked up and saw Louis making room on the bed. He didn't want to sleep next to him. It would only make this worse. But he didn't understand why he was holding himself back. A day ago, he most likely would've jumped right next to him already. Why was he so awkward all of a sudden?

But Harry still made his way to the bed and climbed in next to the small boy. He laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. Louis leaned over and turned off the lamp on his nightstand. The room was pitch dark. It was so quiet it felt like no one else was in the room.

After a few moments of silence, he heard the other side of the bed moving. He suddenly felt a new, light weight resting on him. He looked down to see that Louis was cuddled against him with his head rested on his shoulder.

Louis looked up and even in the darkness, Harry could see how big and beautiful his eyes were. "Is this alright?"

Harry was never the type of person to cuddle. He always hated it. Even after having sex, he'd refuse to cuddle the person. It seemed weird to him. Put your weight on someone else, tangle your limbs together, and that's suppose to be comfortable? Never.

But the second he felt Louis on him, he felt relaxed. He felt more relaxed than he ever had in his life. It wasn't much, only him close to his side with his head on him. No spooning, no holding each other. Absolutely nothing besides Louis being comfortable. And that feeling as quickly passed onto Harry.

The older man nodded. Louis turned his face down and closed his eyes. Harry couldn't stop himself. He started by resting one arm one the side of the bed where Louis used to be. Then it moved to stay on his small frame. Then, his other arm snaked across his body to also rest on him. Eventually, they were completely holding each other.

Harry pulled Louis closer. "You're warm." Louis hummed in response. "Do you feel alright?"

The man in his arms shrugged gently. "I think so."

Harry placed his hand on his forehead. It did feel a little warmer than it should. He ran his large hand up his forehead and ran his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"Zayn knows doctor stuff," Harry explained as he shut his eyes and continued running his fingers through his hair. "I'll have him check on you tomorrow."

"Really?" Louis asked softly. "I didn't know he was a doctor."

"I don't think he's a professional one. He wanted to be one," Harry hummed. "He has papers and a degree or something."

Louis tiredly laughed. He pressed his body closer to Harry to preserve some of his body heat. He hated being sick. Not only was coughing, sneezing, and throwing up bad. But he hated getting cold and heat flashes. No matter what he did, he was either extremely cold or completely burning up.