Save Me and I'll Save You L.S

Chapter 24

A/N Hey! Ok so first up I just want to apologise for not updating sooner, school has been absolutely MANIC this past week, but I won't ramble on about it so enjoy! 

(ALSO 800 READSSS UM WHAT?)

Louis

The morning light seeps through the drawn curtains a soft glow starting to illuminate the room. Louis wakes to the foreign but not unpleasant feeling of two strong arms wrapped around his body holding him flat against a toned chest. Harry. Louis's heart fluttered in his chest at the realisation that Harry was in his bed, and although Louis wanted Harry's dad dead, he wasn't complaining at the outcome of the whole situation.

Harry's breaths lightly tickled Louis's scalp and even though he was unconscious his hands rubbed soft soothing circles into Louis's lower back. This moment would be perfect if it wasn't for Louis's stubborn bladder demanding his attention. 

Carefully Louis started to untangle himself from being plastered to Harry, and he was nearly free when he slipped slightly grabbing onto the sides of Harry's torso for support. Harry winced sharply at the pressure on his ribs and just like that Louis felt air fly past his head as he was thrown from the bed.

"ouww fuck" Louis shouted caught off guard now lying winded on the unforgiving floor.

As Louis's lungs remembered how to operate a mop of curly hair stuck over the edge of the bed, green eyes blinking down at a frowning Louis. It really was unfair at how pretty Harry was, warm eyes, effortless hair, his entire face scrunching as he laughed at Louis. The laughing was cut short by Harry wincing and curling over to nurse his bruised body and sore ribs, disappearing from Louis's view. 

Concern flooded through Louis as he scrambled up from the ground and hovered beside Harry, unsure whether to help him. After a moment of debate looking at how Harry was curled over on his side trying to ease the pain from his ribs, Louis opted for gently tracing lines up and down Harry's back. Slowly but surely Harry's body started to relax at what Louis hoped was the pain subsiding.

"you ok?" Louis questioned leaning down pressing his lips to Harry's ear in a hushed whisper. He  wasn't sure why he did so as there was no one near to eavesdrop on them, but Louis appreciated how it made the moment between them more intimate. 

Harry groaned lightly in reply, the wrinkles from his forehead disappearing, "yeah I'm ok just forgot bout' my fucking ribs." He sighed heavily before slowly sitting up to face Louis. 

"Ok well its 7-fucking-am so I'm going back to sleep now, because I deserve it. Do. Not. Wake. Me. I don't care if the world is fucking ending, or if you stub your toe or whatever I am not to be disturbed under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES." Louis grumbled before dramatically falling face first into his pillow.

Sleep was just starting to close in around him once again when he felt the bed shift under Harry's weight. He didn't really care what Harry was up to, that was until he felt a warm weight nestle into the mattress beside him and felt a hand card through his hair softly. 

Louis turned his head to the side and found himself face to face with Harry who was looking at him fondly but there was also a hint of something else in his expression that Louis couldn't place. 

"What are we Lou?" Harry spoke so quietly Louis was sure he'd imagined it, but Harry's face read otherwise. 

Inhaling sharply through his nose Louis was taken aback by Harry's boldness, so much for tiptoeing around the subject. Louis scrunched his eyes shut rubbing them with his small hands.

"Mmm it's too early for this conversation, get me a cup of tea first." Louis fake grumbled not actually expecting Harry to oblige.

But much to his surprise Harry withdrew his hand from Louis's hair, carefully rolled out of bed and shuffled out of the room without another word.