Privileged Murder

Twenty Nine

< Harry's POV >

Waking up as Louis slammed on the breaks, clearly meaning we had arrived at our destination and meaning that I had fallen asleep somewhere along the journey. Automatically assuming that we would've driven straight to Louis' house I was shocked nonetheless when I looked up and noticed that Louis had brought me home. Honestly, I wouldn't have minded wherever he brought us, my house or his, it would've felt like home and I would've felt safe and comfortable.

As I jolted awake I made Louis jump as well, him seemingly unaware that I had woken up "Fucking hell Harry. You scared me"

"Well, I'm sorry! You're the one who slammed on the breaks" He just scoffed at my response and jumped out of the car after turning off the engine, but I wasn't letting it go this easily. I'm going to milk this as long as I can and I'm not going to be sorry about it. Louis walked up to the front door, clearly expecting me in tow to unlock the door - but I just stayed in the car, staring at him - he turned around with a look of confusion before visibly sighing and trudging back down the steps towards the car

He flung the passenger door open, almost taking it off of the hinges and scowled at me "And what are you doing?"

I just giggled slightly "I'm ill" his brows furrowed together and he had a look of mock-judgement on his face "This" I gestured to my arm "Is a sling and that means you have to do everything for me"

"I don't think that's what the doctor said Harry" I just had a smug smile on my face which I know would win him over soon enough, he continued to hold his stern face for a moment before sighing once again and holding out his hand for me to take.

Which I did and stepped out of the car "Thank you, kind Sir" He just laughed but lead me to the door anyway

Once we reached the top of the steps he pushed in behind me, waiting for me to open the door until he realised that he was going to have to do it instead "Where's your key?" I moved my arm and gestured to my pocket, he reached around me and shoved his hand into my front jeans pocket, rooting around for the key "Fucking hell Harry. Your pockets are worse than Mary Poppins bag"

I threw my head back in a laugh "Back pocket Louis" He just huffed and shook his head in disbelief before reaching into my back pocket and pulled out the key quickly "Thanks for touching me up though" and winked at him. He just huffed again and mumbling a 'piss off' as he managed to get the door open and lead me inside, I was hit with the overpowering smell of my house "Fucking hell, it fucking reeks in here. Open a window will ya"

Louis walked over and forced open one of the front windows in my lounge before moving over to the kitchen and dumping his bag at the foot of the counter "What do you want to do?" I just shrugged, really not knowing if there was anything I wanted to do "C'mon Harry. It's your house here, even a slight suggestion would be appreciated"

"Sleep" he rose his eyebrows in a questioning manner "Sleep" I repeated "I want to sleep"

"You've just spent the last 30 hours sleeping" I said nothing but continued to give him 'the look' that would get me anything I asked for, and we both knew it "Fine" He grabbed my good arm and dragged me up the stairs to the bedroom

< Louis' POV >

Harry slowly trudged up the stairs behind me occasionally making little whimpering sounds before pretty much collapsing onto the bed when we finally got there, I laughed at his antics as I sat on the edge next to him. Whilst I pulled out my phone and checked a few messages I felt him move slightly behind me, with his legs now crossed on top of the comforter he was resting his chin on my shoulder "Louuueeeehhhh"

That's the voice he uses when he wants something "Yes my darling?"

"Are you hard?" I practically choked on the air in my throat in surprise and astonishment "Wanna suck you"