Uniquely Perfect

Chapter 10

~Louis pov~

I pulled away from the kiss not wanting to raise too much suspicion to ourselves, after all my friends were already extremely suspicious over Harry, especially Liam. I don't know what to do with him, he always seems so lost and so obedient, he never does anything on his own accord or without me asking him to.

Roughly half way through the film I turn around to check on Harry and he's curled up in his chair sobbing silently. I immediately grab his hand and turn my upper body to face him.
"Harry, what's wrong? We don't have to stay here, I can tell the boy's we're-" before I can finish my rambling he's on his feet and running out of the Cinema room.
I turn to Liam to tell him that we're leaving, "Liam, umm... Harry's having a couple problems, I'm going to go check up on him. Oh, and if I was you I wouldn't wait up for us" I whisper to Liam as I slowly and quietly get out of my chair.
"Ok, just tell me if he's the guy that you found the other day when we went to the hybrid club thing?" Liam asks looking at me dead in the eyes without blinking.
"Y-yeah, It's him. It's a really long story I'll tell you tomorrow, promised." I tell him jogging away towards the cinema exit.
"Text me later-" I hear Liam shout/whisper but I'm too far away and caught up with finding out what's wrong with Harry to care.
It doesn't take me long to find Harry, he's standing in front of the bathroom's, looking quizzically between the men's and

the woman's.
"Harry, are you okay? What happened back there?" I ask him still panting. I don't think he was expecting me to be here for some reason because he almost jumps in the air and turns around looking at me with a startled expression.
"I-I'm sorry, I-i just didn't like the d-dark a-and t-then I c-came out here b-but they d-don't have a b-bathroom for t-things l-like m-me..." At this point Harry is breaking down in front of me and people are starting to notice. I embrace him in a bear hug and whisper sweet nothings to him before gently guiding him towards the men's bathroom to clean him up.
"I-I can't, Lou, I-I c-can't go I-in, I-I'm a-a hy..." I quickly hush him by hugging him quite abruptly, fortunately he doesn't seem to notice or care. After a while he let's go of the hug and I grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom to clean him up.
After I washed Harry's face, which proves to be more difficult than predicted since we had to be careful not to knock over his beanie, and he had stopped crying for reasons unknown to me.
"Do you want to go home, I don't think the boys would mind." I ask him as calmly as humanly possible so I wouldn't trigger another shirt soaking competition from Harry's behalf.
"Y-yes please" I hear Harry mumble still looking at the most interesting shoes he's ever seen, note the sarcasm.
We took a cab home since before we took Niall's car because he's the only one with a decent car. After 7ish minutes of small talk with the driver and a weepy Harry clinging onto my shoulder we arrived at my apartment. After paying the cabby and leading a tired looking Harry into my apartment and order something since it's probable I'd burn water if I tried hard enough. I text Liam that Harry and I took a cab back home and that he wasn't feeling good but to not worry, because knowing Liam he'd probably show up with soup and a bottle of hot water. When I entered the living room to tell Haz to come and help me choose but before I had the chance to I stopped myself to look at him sitting on the floor next to my couch, his coat was nowhere to be seen, his shoes looked cleaner that when he stepped into the house, his beanie was still on and his tail in his sweat pants as he fiddled with his fingers, deep in though.
"Come and help me pick what you want to eat love," I call him, I can see his ears twitch under his hat. He glances at me for a split second as if I was unreal but then goes back to looking at the floor and slowly gets up from his crouched position. "Kitten you don't have to sit on the floor, you can sit on the couch or the chair, the bed's good too, you know, just sit wherever you want, oh and you can take you tail out and take your beanie off if they are uncomfortable. Remember you can do whatever you want here as long as you don't burn the house down..." I force a little chuckle at my horrible joke. The next thing I hear is possibly the cutest noise I have ever heard, Harry giggled, yes, he giggled.

Harry and I decided to have a day in after the incident of the Cinema and just watch movies at home. After collecting a pepperoni passion pizza from Dominoes, 10 minutes from my house and getting drenched in the process. We devoured it on my couch, which probably had our butt prints on them from how long we sat there, watching an endless amount of chick flicks. After watching Love Actually, Harry's new favourite movie, we decided to go our separate ways, off to bed.
"Goodnight Harry and call me if you need something or if you're too scared to come to me and we can snuggle a bit more seeing as we found out you really love sprawling yourself all over my sexy body" I say winking and slightly lifting my shirt to show some of my V-line which makes Harry blush like mad. So cute.
"T-thank you L-Louis... G-goodnight" I'm positive Harry's stuttering was caused by something more than just deep childhood traumas in this instance. I turn and leave walking, swaying my hips exaggeratedly, feeling Harry's eyes burning holes through my p-j's, which I changed into after lunch. As I reach my door I turned around, catching Harry gaping at my voluptuous back-side.
"Sweet dreams Haz" I grin at a guilty looking Harry before closing my bedroom door after me. I strip out of my jammies and flop onto my bed in just my boxers. I fell asleep with a stupid smirk plastered across my face and the thought of a certain stunning, curly haired boy, with eyes that make emeralds look like clay.

I wake up during the night due to the thunder storm that was raging over Doncaster. Normally I wouldn't wake up because living in England means I'm use to storms but I think it was the whimpers and sobs coming from the room next door. Fuck, Harry. I'm out of my bed, running through the hallway and halfway through Harry's bedroom doorway before I can process that it's the middle of the night and I'm wearing nothing but boxers. Meh, too late, I'm here now.
"Kitty wake up, you're having a nightmare" I say approaching Harry's bed. He doesn't react to my call so I try and shake him, "love wake up," I raise my voice a little higher but still no success. "Harry wake up!!!" His eyes are suddenly wide open and full of fear, they're not their usual forest green and his pupils are blown out of proportion. The white's of his eyes are bloodshot and puffy from crying. His body is trembling, his ears pressed tightly over his head, his tail tucked in between his legs and his body covered in a thin film of sweat.
"Harry, you have to calm down for me, okay? Calm down, look at me, it was all a dream. It's over now, I've got you" At this point I was straddling Harry and holding his face in my hands.
"I-I'm s-sorry. H-he just... I-I couldn't d-do anything *sniff* I t-tried to g-get them o-off b-but..." I hush him and hold him against my body. For all I care hours, minutes or mere seconds could have passed but finally he calmed down and I lay down next to him for some time. After all the adrenalin has passed, the fact that I was sitting in my... friends, not really sure what's happening, bed in just my shorts. I try to get out of the bed as quietly as I can but unfortunately I wake Harry up who panics again but after a few seconds he restores his sanity and looks at me.
"Lou stay, please?" How could I say no to him, his curls framing his face like the master piece it is, his morning voice deeper and rougher than usual.
"O-okay". Now I'm the one who's a stuttering mess. I crawl back behind Harry and spoon him reassuringly.
"Goodnight kitten"