kalon l.s

33

HARRY' POV
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"you really slept here?" a foggy voice knocks at my brain in it sleep dazed state. waking me up from my bone aching slumber.

i crack one glossy eye opened to see louis standing over the couch with a small grin on his face. "...yes?" i reply groggily, my voice drenched in sleep.

he shakes his head fondly, "you look quite comfy." he raises his eyebrows sarcastically.

i huff out a small smile, "quite." i grumble.

next thing he does is jump on top of me with pulling a groan from my throat. his whole body weight resting on my back as he ticks his knees by my side and nuzzle his head in the crook of my neck.

"so... about last night." he starts, combing through my hair. staring a the ground nervously. the sunlight seeping in through the sheer curtains and bathing are skin in a yellow glow. the warmth from the light and louis' body heat my skin perfectly.

i huff out a laugh, "i still don't know why you're mad at me..?" i try to sound calm and collected, not trying to irritate louis any further. i'm just frustrated from owen and how louis reacted.

louis kisses the nape of my neck before responding in a soft tone, "i... just hate him. i was mad he was there, and that you..." he tries to find the right word, "...entertained him. that's all he wants. you were pissed and acted like a dick just like he wanted you to. you're not like harry, i haven't ever seen you get physical. it's not your fault." he kisses my neck again, continuing to stroke my hair as he feathers his fingers over my arms. "i was pissed he ruined our night, and won once again."

i make an offended noise, "i think i won that fight, love." i hold back my laughter. as he seats my head.

"not what i meant, dickhead." he bites my arm aggressively screeching as he jumps from his place on my back to make a run for it. "i love you." he sing songs as i don't make a move to get up, sleep still tainting my body.

"you know i did it for you." i tell him once he takes a seat on the arm chair, pulling his knees to his chest.

he nodded, "kind of figured that, but i don't need protection. i know how to deal with him." he laughs, shaking his head as he reminisces on their relationship i presume.

i finally take a proper seat on the couch, my arm extended over the back, "i just care about you. i couldn't stand there and let him talk shit." i shrug my shoulders as annoyance creeps back into my stomach as i think of all the vile things owen said to louis.

"okay.." he says, "just don't do it again." he smiles quickly before letting his back on the couch right on my arm. "he was never nice to me, only in the begging." he says out of no where.  tilting his head to the side.

"always criticized me on everything i did or said. never wanted me to be around you guys or never wanted me to even eat." he laughed humorlessly. he eyes casting down to the floor as he looks in front of himself.

i stroke his hair, "i cant believe that.. i'm so sorry you had to go through that baby." i kiss his cheek, trying to comfort him in anyway.

he shrugged his shoulders, "he use to tell me i weighed too much and i needed to be better for people to like me." he smiles faintly, shaking his head.