Flower Crowns

5.

Louis' P.O.V

I fiddled with the gift in my hand as a wait for someone to answer the door. I hope he likes it. It took a lot of excuses and embarrassment to get my sister to make one. The door flew open to find one of Zayn's little sisters standing at the door.

"Don't you know not open the door without permission?" I said to the 9 year old.

"Don't you know not to boss me around?" She sassily replies walking away. I'm glad she didn't ask why I had this, I didn't need another round of questioning. They must be upstairs in his room. I jogged up the steps to Zayn's room. I heard quiet sniffling through the door and it felt as if a grey cloud appeared over my head.

"He saw me Zayn--he came in the bathroom and saw me like that. I was so embarrassed..." I heard Harry's sad voice cracked. He? Is he talking about me? I knocked on the door.

"Go away!" Zayn shouted.

"It's Louis." I muttered.

"Why is he here? Zayn..." He whined. Why doesn't he want me here? I don't think I've done anything wrong.

"Uh, come in." He sounded unsure. I walked in, biting my lip. Harry was sitting on Zayn's lap with his head on his chest. Zayn was holding him close, stroking cheek acting as if he's the most precious gem in the world. And he is my subconscious added. I meant...this shouldn't have happened to somebody so helpless. I walked to the bed and sat down so I could face him. His eyes were watery and his cheeks, tear-stained. I had the urge to wipe them away.

"I have this...for you." I said handing him the flower crown, my cheeks burning. His face lit up when he saw the big and small white and light pink flowers that decorated the crown. It was really pretty.

"For me?" He gasped his cheeks turning a deeper pink.

"I saw your other got ruined so I thought you'd like a new one, I guess." I couldn't find the words to say, but the bright dimpled smile on his face says it all. Suddenly he jumped onto me, hugging me.

"Thank you so much." He squealed. I was surprised by his outburst, but hugged him back. He was warm and his soft curls smelled like vanilla.

"Okay Haz, that's enough." Zayn chuckled grabbing his waist, pulling him off me. He blushed harder putting it on his head. He honestly looked great. More like beautiful my subconscious adds.

"I love it. Thank you." He said more calm. I kinda liked it when he was all over me.

"Your welcome... Well, I better go." I said uncomfortably.

"You don't have to leave yet!" Harry stopped me at the door. He sheepishly smiled at Zayn when he narrowed his eyes at him.

"I meant--we were just about to have pizza." He said looking at Zayn. He looked confused.

"Oh well, if you don't mind I'd love to stay." I smiled.

"I don't mind at all." He piped up before Zayn.

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The pizza was delicious. It has the perfect amount of cheese sauce with a nice thin crust. What was even better, is watching Harry eat. He always ended up with sauce all around his mouth. Zayn repeatedly had to wipe his mouth.

"That was good." I acknowledged. Harry nodded in agreement. I felt eyes on me as I threw my plate in trash. I turned around and caught and he blushed looking at his lap.

"Were you looking at my butt?" I asked teasingly.

"N-No, I-I wasn't, I swear!" He exclaimed. I chuckled at his reaction.

"Just messing with you Haz." I said. I didn't mean to say the nickname, it just slipped out. He blushed for the 50th time today. Zayn stood up and went to the freezer took out an ice pack and handed it to Harry. He put it over his eye.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Zayn mumbled walking away. I sat back down across from him.

"Does it still hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah kind of." He said wincing and holding his stomach.

"Can I see?"

"But-"

"Please? I just want to see how bad it is." I knew somewhere in the back of mind that wasn't the real reason why.

"Okay." He said lifting his shirt. Purple and dark blue bruises were scattered all over his pale stomach and chest.

"Lou." He breathed out when I put my hands around where his ribcage. I slowly leaned in and kissed the bruises.

"Sh." His breath got hitched in his throat. It just....his skin was so soft. Not like Jessica's, which was caked with makeup and products. I rubbed my fingers over his bruises. He shouldn't have these, they shouldn't be here. I know this isn't right. What I'm doing isn't right. But I just don't want him to hurt any longer...

"What are you doing?" Zayn's voice made me jump.

"Nothing. I-I was just seeing how bad his bruises were." I stuttered, making my cheeks flush.

"Really? it looked like--?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"I just wanted to see. I have to go anyway." I muttered nearly running out his house. What am I doing?

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Louis likes to touch Harry's skin. That's cute. Still PREWRITING. I'm so hungry....anyways I'll be actually updating the chapters soon. Byee

-Britishwriterliv