A Millions Roses | | L.S AU

Chapter Eight

"This moment has caused, a reaction. Resulting in our, reattachment. Will you take me to Nirvana, I don't think this will last but you're here in my arms."

Chapter Eight; Sore

Harry's mom was gone, and for once he was actually really glad she wasn't here. Louis was quiet the entire way home, just slightly tightening and loosening his grip on Harry's hand. He was even shaking a bit, so lost in his thoughts; so as Harry pushed through the front door, he walked straight into his room and grabbed the blue duvet from his closet, curling onto the couch close to the older boy.

He didn't protest, much too Harry's appreciation and they laid there for a long while ― Harry's hand pressed to his chest, tracing his tattoos over his chest and down his arms causing the older boy to shudder and the curly boys hair tickling his chin as he ran his fingers through it ― before Harry yawned, and Louis finally spoke.

"Tired, love?" He asked, eyeing the green eyed boy curiously. His eyes still hung so low, his whole demeanor had lost all it's life and it so was hard too witness. Louis bit his lip, a habit he had picked up from Harry, and his eyes looking mindlessly at the cover they were curled under as Harry nodded slowly.

"A bit, yeah. How about you?" It was dark in Harry's room, the dark shade of night completely engulfing them besides the pale moonlight leaking through the curtain. It lit up pieces of Louis' face when he shifted, and even then he still was so beautiful, his eyes shining bright blue. Tear stains and all, he still looked like an angel.

"Maybe, a little." Louis admitted quietly, not like himself at all as he continued to chew on his bottom lip. Louis was spontaneous, loud and charming, but right now he was sulking, lost... unsure. He didn't intend for this night to take such a drastic turn, and he didn't expect to cry in front of Harry. He also didn't expect too kiss him, and need him and ...want him. Louis had kissed loads of people before him, but why did his heart drop when he Harry's soft lips met his? Why did he feel so weak in the boys arms. Why, why did he have to give Harry the power to hurt him, and why hasn't Harry done it yet?

Harry made a split second decision, before he was on his feet, and pulling the blue cover from Louis' slack grip.

Louis looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Harry, what are you ―"

"Sleep with me."

"Wha ― what?" Louis gaped at the younger boy, as he stood directly in the light of the pale moon, his green eyes almost grey against the color and his pink lips set in a serious straight line, almost pouty.

"In my bed, with me. Sleep." He repeated, his voice thick and deep. "Please Louis." He whispered a quiet plead that seemed to bounce off the walls and echo in Louis' mind. Louis was so lost in his thoughts, and he couldn't understand why Harry was doing this too him, why Harry needed this so much. Needed him so much...

"Harry, I can't" Louis whimpered out, choking on his own breath. He searched the boys face, wrinkles in his forehead, eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his perfect lips. Louis couldn't take Harry begging, his voice low and thick as he says Louis' name. That, was his weakness to the younger boy. Harry's eyes were searching Louis blue ones, pleading and Louis just sighed because he knew at this rate, he would give in.

"Lou, I'm so sick of sleeping alone." He looked down at his feet, with wet green eyes. "Please just for tonight. Sleep with me."

Louis looked at the boy for a second, blinking with his long eyelashes a few times before he reluctantly stood to his feet; winning an excited smile from the younger boy. Louis loved the way his green eyes lit up, shining brightly and beautifully under the pale light. He loved the way he bit his lip, and smiled to himself - eyes following the ground with excitement.