Therapy (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 19 - I'll fix you

NOTE: Sorry for not updating sooner with all the Z drama ! Hope you like this  there's only one chapter left ! <3 

The morning sunlight enters the room and hits Harry like a hammer. He’s buried under the weight of Louis’ body as a blanket and barely manages to recollect the night before. They had been drinking tea and cuddling in front of the fire while Louis told him the stories about the parties held here and Harry pretended not be shocked.

He first struggles to open his eyes, blinded by the light coming from behind the window, curtains left on each side of it, allowing the morning to attack the two men in their sleep. When he does, he’s met with a beautiful view on the gardens surrounding the house and can’t help but absentmindedly look for the purple flower Louis had slid in his hair the day before. It’s carefully placed on the nightstand and the boy tries to hide a grin at the memory.

On top of him is a snoring Louis, arm wrapped around Harry’s chest and legs tangled in his, ankles joined and brushing slightly. His head is resting on the pillow, but Harry can feel his hot breath on his shoulder, making him turn to face the koala beside him.

He doesn’t want to wake him, doesn’t want to disturb the calm, doesn’t want to ruin the beautiful sleeping man next to him. He leans slightly, careful not to untangle himself in anyway, and strokes Louis’ forehead with his lips, getting his nose in a chunk of hair, pointing everywhere in a morning mess.

Then he remembers. There’s a weird, irritating feeling in his chest, a feeling he didn’t know existed. This goes beyond guilt, beyond worry. It’s a mixture of fear and painful panic. He instinctively puts a hand on the origin of the pain, rubbing his chest as if to get immediately rid of the shiver destroying him.

He had waited for Louis to fall asleep before calling Niall again, trying to reassure himself that everything would be fine, that none of it was his fault and that Jesse was going to wake up. He was so scared Louis would eavesdrop or walk in on him in the bathroom that he had wrapped himself in his coat and went  outside on the patio, sitting in the frozen chair by the door.

‘Morning gorgeous.’ Louis breathed, cutting Harry in his thoughts.

‘Hiii.’ Harry smiled softly, accepting Louis’ peck on the lips as he took himself off of Harry’s body, clearly unaware of how he was wrapping the boy entirely.

‘Lou, I really need to talk to you...’ Harry closed his eyes and spat the words to get it over with. If there was one thing he knew, it was not to keep a thing from Louis. Maybe he’d understand. Maybe he wouldn’t think of Harry differently. But again, why ruin the last day they had away from everything ? It’s not like someone was looking for him or anything. ‘…when we get back.’ He then added, rethinking his decision.

Louis, still just waking up, nodded lazily, rubbing the back of his neck as he yawned and made his way to the bathroom. When he came back, Harry was standing in front of the window in his boxers, hands on his hips, lost in thoughts as he contemplated the lake and the gardens.

He slowly walked to him, wrapping his arms around the boy and smiling against the back of his neck, leaving a few kisses as he ran his hands on his torso. He soon heard him purr, leaning into the man’s touch, slowly coming back down on Earth.