I'm in Love With A Criminal

~11~

Louis woke up to an empty bed. He patted his hands around to find Harry, but felt nothing. Dusty had replaced him. He sat up and looked around the room widely. He looked into the seating area and saw nothing. He looked towards the bathroom and closet and saw no lights on or heard any running water.

"Harry?" He whispered. "Harry." No response either time.

"Harry!" He yelled. Still no answer. He was getting nervous. What if he broke his promise? What if he left him and went to do something? What if he was upset with Louis for wanting to cuddle?

His mind ran with questions as he got out of bed and stumbled around the room. "Harry!" He yelled louder, his voice cracking.

The door swung open, scaring Louis, and revealed the taller man. He held a cup in his hands and walked over to Louis with concern in his eyes. "Are you ok? What's wrong, lovey?"

Louis clutched his biceps. "You fucking scared me," he says. "Where were you!"

"I woke up a few hours ago. I just made you a smoothie," he answered.

Louis took a deep breath and looked to the floor. Harry's eyes widen when he noticed how panicked he was. He set the cup down and picked up Louis, carrying him bridal style to the bed. "It's alright, angel. Lie down."

Harry placed him back on the bed and put the blankets over him. When he backed up, Louis was quick to grab his arms. Harry placed his hand over his. "It's ok. I'm just going to get your cup, ok?" He stared down at him with reassuring eyes. Louis slowly nodded and let go of his arms.

He closed his eyes and sighed as he let himself relax into the bed. He was happy to know Harry was still there. Happy to not see any scars, blood, or anything that may say he did something.

He heard footsteps, and opened his eyes to see Harry standing above him. The green eyed man gently handed him the cup. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I just made a mango-pineapple smoothie with Greek yogurt. Is that alright?"

Louis took a sip of it and nearly moaned at the taste. He nodded and took another sip. Harry smiled as he noticed that he had to hold the cup with both hands, because his hands were so small. Another reason to believe he was too adorable and precious for the world.

Harry made his way around the bed and laid down next to him. He was on his side, facing him, with his elbow resting on the pillow next to Louis' head. He held up his head in his hand and watched Louis take small sips of the smoothie. "Do you feel better, sunshine?"

Louis took the straw out of his mouth to shake his head. "If anything, I just feel worse."

Harry frowned at his baby feeling ill. He didn't know why, all of a sudden, Louis was "his baby", but he liked it. "What's wrong?"

"It's probably just a cold," Louis sniffed. "Stuffy and runny nose, chills, dizzy, dry throat."

Harry placed his hand over his forehead. He felt warmer than last night. "Yeah, you're definitely getting sick." He leaned over and kissed his forehead. "I'll go talk to Zayn. What do you want to watch?"

Harry grabbed the remote and turned the TV that stood across from the bed on and went to the TV guide. He handed Louis the remote and let him switch through the channels. He landed on the News Channel, just as a new story was starting.

"Last night, three teens were found-" the lady started. Harry was quick to grab the remote and switch the channel.

Louis frowned. "Hey, I wanted to watch that," he complained.

"I don't think you want to watch the news," Harry said.

"Yes, I do," Louis said as he reached for the remote.