Broken Souls l.s.

Chapter 10: Louis

"So what's really going on with you two," Maya asks me the minute Harry is out of ear shot. "Tried to get out of captain hard-ass, but wouldn't give us anything."

"Don't call him that," I tell her before actually processing what she's asked. "I don't know. We haven't exactly talked about what we are. I know I like him, a lot. And I know it's mutual, we've discussed it, but not labels and whatnot," I explain. They all look over at me, none of them believing a word I had said.

"Bullshit," Lottie says a moment later. "You don't not discuss your relationship after literally making out with him when you both know you like the other," she clarified.

"What do you want your relationship to be," Gigi, who was sitting directly across from me, questioned. She looked upon me with a sweet and caring smile and it felt as if she was the only one who genuinely understood what was happening.

"You wouldn't be asking if you didn't already know the answer, Gigi. Spell it out for them why don't you," I ask, glancing over at Harry who was approaching the table once again. "And while you do that, maybe I'll jump his bones and see if I can get what I want from him," I finish as Harry comes up behind me.

"Caroline was quite kind and put everything in a bag for you," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders and glancing down into my eyes as I looked up into his, leaning against his chest.

"Eat please," Harry asked nearly an hour after we'd returned to the room. I was sprawled on his chest, a hand gently tugging through his hair as I admired his features. He was moving his hands up and down my sides gently, which most people would have them in a giggling fit. He'd asked me to eat multiple times already, but I'd simply told him I was no longer hungry, when in reality I had never been hungry.

"Not hungry," I murmured, laying my head in his neck.

"You haven't eaten all day, baby," he whispered against my ear. "I don't believe that you're not hungry. You wouldn't have come up if you were really not hungry. Please," he asked, hands stilling at my waist. "I can have Caroline make you something else if you don't want the chicken," he offered.

"Haz, sunshine, I really am not hungry. I promise if I was, I would eat." He nodded, face scrunching up at the use of the nickname.

"Sunshine," he finally asked after a moment of pondering. I removed my head from his neck, to watch him. He was absolutely gorgeous all the time, but there was something else about his thinking face.

"When you were docking the ship during the sunrise a few days ago, you were smiling and it was absolutely beautiful. You constantly make me believe you're just a little ball of sunshine because of who you are." With each word his smile widened until I thought it couldn't get any more wide.

"I'm going to kiss you now. And I don't plan on stopping for a very long time," he says. And within seconds his lips are on mine, their warmth enveloping mine. His arms wrapped around my lower back as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, with no protest from me. A moment later, I found myself lying on my back on the other side of the bed with Harry looming above me with an oh so familiar glint of mischievousness in his eyes. From this position, he held more power over me than he had previously held. "All mine," he mutters possessively.

"All yours," I agree.

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"Will you stop making out with my neck for two seconds so I can eat," I complained, as his lips continued kissing, sucking, and biting upon my neck. There was no way in hell that there weren't going to be marks upon the skin.

"Mmm," he murmured, pondering the idea. "Not a chance, button," he whispers into my ear, nipping at it when he finally decides. He continues to mark up my neck, tilting my head to the side so he had more access to the skin. "I want to make sure everyone can see all the marks on your neck and make you blush furiously red when your sisters all ask what happened," he tells me. And fuck me for finding the possessive one hot as hell.

"You enjoy making me flustered and make me try to awkwardly explain something to my sisters, don't you," I ask, stuffing a rather cold french fry in my mouth. He didn't say anything, but moved my head the other way so he could begin marking up the other side. "Hazzie, my food is cold," I tell him, pouting slightly. He pulls away from my neck for a moment, with a look full of disbelief. It seemed he was rather enjoying marking up my neck while I was eating.

"If I go and get you hot fries, will you eat them and let me continue marking your lovely lovely neck up," he questions. I nodded, smiling at him as he removed himself from around me, disappearing from the room. A few moments pass, the room quieter than it had ever been before. Mum used to always tell me that sometimes a little quiet is needed, but I never listened. I was the loudest in the house, of course I didn't. But sitting in that peacefully quiet room, made me feel like maybe she was right. Maybe sometimes just a bit of quiet is all you need. Maybe a bit of quiet can help you heal the wounds that have been hurting you, no matter how long they've been there.

Maybe silence had been the answer all along. 

A/N What's this? Gretchen actually knowing the rest of the story line? Anyways it's in the works and I'm trying to finish this one up, but we've still got a bit to go.