Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Louis

I hear him like in a dream. Whimpers, tears, terror. In a second my eyes are open. I try to understand what is happening. 

His house. Me drunk. Us sleeping on the couch. I just broke at least ten moral codes. I look at him and he is having a nightmare. I rush next to him sitting on my knees. I run my thumb on his brow. I never experienced this kind of feeling. He is crying, begging someone to stop, my heart is breaking. 

What is behind that strong man? 

I start comforting him, reminding him that he is safe with me, that I am here and what he sees is just a dream. I wipe his tears off softly and he is definitely falling back to sleep. I smile softly seeing him sleeping peacefully again. 

Even the strongest people have their demons that made them strong a while ago.

As much as I'd want to break the staring I can't. My eyes are locked on his features revealed by the little night light. A little and almost unexciting light but contouring his face perfectly. His hair in a bun, so perfect. His eyelashes are so curled even though he has no make-up on. His big lips… I miss them so much.

What is happening with me? 

But I can't stop the thoughts and I wonder how his nose is so perfect. His relaxed breath is filling the room making it so comfy. I just want to wrap my arms around his body and sleep like that but I can't. I don't realize he is holding my hand just when I want to get up. I don't remember taking his hand so maybe he did. I smile blushing. He makes me feel like no one makes me feel. He unlocks every room I ever locked. He discovers new rooms I didn't even know existed. 

I want him.

I want him to be mine. I want him to know my deepest secrets. I want to wake up with him in my arms. I want to tell the world that the most perfect man is mine and that they all lost their chance. I want to call him in ways I can just call him. I want him to know he will always have a back-up plan if he can't do it alone. I want him to know that he can always run in my arms when life gets tough. I want him to know I'm his. 

I'm his.

I stop. I think about these weeks since I met him. I was never happier in my life. Always waiting for him to enter the cafe. Finally being able to tell him we have Tiramisu. With every day he entered he got stuck stronger in my brain. He was more beautiful every day. He was more perfect every day. 

I fell in love harder everyday.

And now I realise how falling in love really is. Now I realise I never really fell in love. I had a couple of partners but I was never in love with them. It was all in my head. With him? He is different. All I want is to cuddle with him. I want to talk to him. To laugh with him. I want to hear him laugh all my life. He softens me and I don't mind it. 

Why do I trust a complete stranger? 

Me who is always afraid of betrayal, now I'm trusting him with all my life. And the worst part? If he'd betray me I'd blame it on me. Is this what love is? Loving a person so much that you can't hate them at all? You can't blame them at all? What is love? My definition of love was wrong all the time or it changed now?

I realize I'm staring at him like a complete creep but I can't bring myself to pull my hand out of his hand. I can't do it. So I sat back on my side of the couch still holding his hand. I probably fell asleep like that. 

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He wants to be his🥹 tell me this isn't cute. I dare you