The Love Letters (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 48

It's two weeks later from the visit to the police office, and everything turned out amazing. They arrested the man, George Hudson, after a few congresses, I don't want to get into too much detail. He didn't even deny that he raped me and was about to rape the little girl; he seemed to be proud of his actions, which is disgusting. He also got banned from Instagram and needs to stay in jail for ten years.

To be honest, I feel relieved. He's a rapist, he deserves to be punished. I feel much better, it's like a big weight is lifted from my shoulders. I think everyone noticed it. When I told Zayn about it, he became very happy for me. He slept over at my place that day, and we talked the whole night about our boyfriends and about how lucky we are. We watched weird films and ate crisps.

My family and Louis obviously were very happy as well. Louis didn't have to pay because the man hit him first, so it counted as self-defence (even though Louis yelled at him). The girl also somehow found my account on Instagram and thanked me, and she wanted me to also thank my 'cute little boyfriend'.

The thing is, I noticed how tired and overwhelmed Louis is lately. I mean, it's pretty normal since he's going to university soon, but I feel bad for him. I can see on his face that he's scared of being rejected by the universities he chose. I know that he wants to go to one that's close from here, and to be honest it stresses me a little that he's being like that. I mean, I feel glad because of the part with the rapist and everything, but I want my boyfriend to enjoy his life and our relationship. I want his happiness, I want to see a smile on his face.

That's why I invited him over to stay for the night. I know that Gemma's at her university, and mum and dad are out. My psychologist gave me an oil for massages, because she knows my mum knows how to do those and she says that when I'm stressed, I should get a massage. But I plan on giving Louis one today, to relax him a little, to make him feel better. I never did that before, that's why I informed myself a little on the internet. Before he arrives, I prepare my room, I dim the lights and light up candles, put on some relaxing music and do my bed for him to lie on it.

When the doorbell rings, I run downstairs and open the door. There he is, my boyfriend, pale, with dark rings under his eyes and unkempt hair. The tired smile on his face breaks my heart.

"Hi, honey", I greet him. Louis opens his mouth, closes it again and sinks against my chest. Soft sobs leave his mouth, so I put my arms around him and pull him closer. He's short anyway, but right now he just looks small. Small and weak.

"Babe? Are you alright?", I ask. He shakes his head. "Not really..."

"Aw..." I carefully lift his face and put my lips on top of his'. "Louis, I've thought of something... I kind of prepared a surprise for you."

He looks up at me, a confused look on his face. I take his hand and lead him towards my room. "You're not going to fuck me, are you?", he asks sarcastically, but he sounds exhausted.

"No love, not yet." I smirk. "It would be you fucking me anyway."

He shakes his head, but when he enters my room, he gasps. "What's happening?"

"Sit down on my bed."

Louis does what I say. I sit down next to him. He looks at me, visibly confused, but too weak to complain. "Can I take off your clothes?", I ask.

Louis blushes. "Uhm..."

"Only your shirt and your trousers. Not your boxers."

He shrugs, so I start taking off his clothes. I kiss him again and again, to show him that it's all innocent and that he doesn't have to worry about anything. My hands carefully stroke his beautiful body, from his small waist to his little tummy.