Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

I'm slowly waking up. Why am I slowly waking up? I never wake up peacefully. I wake up crying and panicking. I am on the couch. I hear noises from the kitchen. Then reality hit me. Louis slept here. I check the clock, 7am. I never slept the whole night.

Did I just sleep for the whole night?

I stand up frowning. What the hell happened? My feet are uncovered. He will see them. I pull the blanket over my feet, hugging it to my chest. I slept for the whole night. And he shows up from the kitchen, dressed with his clothes, his shirt has three buttons open revealing a part of his muscular chest. His collar is messed up. He smiles softly and sits on the couch. 

"You look like you just woke up in another house and you don't remember how you got here." He says and I can't help but giggle. 

I rub my hands over my eyes "Good morning." I say still pretty sleepy. 

"Good morning!" He says with his deep voice. And I look at him. I do remember having a nightmare. Terror fills my body. He saw me having a nightmare. He saw me being vulnerable again. He started seeing the real me. He- why is he still looking at me smiling? "How did you sleep, precious?" He interrupts me thoughts. 

Precious 

I am gonna disappear on this couch. Why is my heart beating fast? I have to get myself together. I look at him and answer his question. "Surprisingly good! How did you sleep?"

"Very good actually. Your couch is very comfy." I smile.

"D-do you have to go to work?" I ask, trying to ignore the embarrassment I feel and he shakes his head.

"Not until 9am. But I usually wake up at 6am. So it's a habit."

"You know what habit you should have?" I ask, staring at him.

"What?"

"Fixing your damn collar! It's messed up again Tiramisu."

He giggles beautifully and looks at me. "Maybe I want you to fix it for me."

I laugh and fix his collar. "You're such a flirt." I say amused.

"Only with you!" The deep voice is back. And my cheeks are suddenly super red.

"I hate you!" I say because I decide to not say the opposite because it'd be weird. And he laughs. 

"Why?"

I look at him and say truthfully. "Because you make me feel things." 

He looks at me, lets out a short laugh and says "Then I hate you too."

I stare at him. Do I make him feel things? What is he saying? 

"I-I… I should… I should go change my clothes. Yeah." I shutter. I never shutter! And he nods. 

"Yeah you should. We go and buy coffee."

"You said you go to work just at 9am" I remember. 

"Precious, I'm a lawyer as well. I go to that work."

My eyes are open in surprise. "You are a lawyer?" I ask and he nods. "Then why on earth are you working at the cafe?" 

"Because I don't like to do nothing. And sometimes I just don't have any clients. And the cafe is mine so it's like a hobby. Not a job."

"Wait, Mr Tiramisu is hella early for this. Are you saying you are a lawyer, have a lot of money so you opened a cafe and you play as a waiter because you get bored?"

He laughs and looks at me. "If you want to take it like that, yeah."

"I swear it won't surprise me to find out you are a surgeon too."

I put the blanket aside and get up. Feet can be see. I squeeze my toes and he gets closer to me until I can touch his chest with my hands. He looks down at me. I am tall but he is making me feel so small. And smiles softly. "I still think your feet are cute. I wasn't drunk. They are beautiful." I feel like I just died. I feel so small and helpless. I look at him, not breathing anymore, blinking way too many times. I am very vulnerable. I just want to sink into his arms. I want to kiss those pink lips. 

I want to be his. 

His hands get closer to my cheek and he fixes a strand of hair and smiles. "Go and get dressed, doctor. People need your help." His deep voice. It's different this time, it's controlled. It's like he's trying to control himself. I can't talk. All I could bring myself to do is nod. And that nod was a weak one. I've never felt weaker than I feel now. I turn around and run upstairs. I need to get myself together. I breathe like I just ran a thousand miles. I can't control my heart. I'm a mess. 

What is he doing to me?

I go in the bathroom splashing water on my face. I need to wake up. I need… 

Him. Him. Him. Him.

I stop. I have to stop thinking of him. I can't. I feel like I'm gonna explode. I start washing my teeth thinking it'll go away. I get dressed, I take my shoes. 

I need him.

It doesn't go away. My mind is thinking of him, him as a lawyer, him as a waiter, him as mine. I go downstairs. And he looks at me. 

"Red outfit today! I freaking love it!" He says and I walk to him.

I touch his jawline. I look in his eyes. His hands around my waist are driving me crazy. "I hate you!" I say breathless and kiss him right on the lips. Now I can feel he needed it as much as I did. By the way he kissed me back I felt the desire, the passion. I pull back and I look at him. He breathes fast, his eyes are closed. His hand is still on my neck. His eyes open, his blue eyes will be the death of me. 

"I never thought you could kiss so good, king of Italy."

I chuckle. "You wasn't very bad either, Mr. Tiramisu"

He takes my hand. He looks at our hands. He looks at me. "Has anyone ever told you that red fits you perfectly? You are so beautiful."

"No one has ever told me the things you are telling me so everything is new to me." I say truthfully and he looks at me surprised. 

"What did your ex boyfriend do all day? Sleep?"

I start laughing so hard. "He was my boyfriend for one month!" I say.

"Still! One month is a long time!"

"Then I think he wasn't very interested in how I look or feel."

"Well I am very interested in how you look amd feel and let me tell you darling, you look absolutely gorgeous and every part of you is beautiful and special."

"You need to stop making me blush! Right now."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Impossible. Are you ready to save the world?"

"I am. But you? Are you ready to protect the world?"

"Definitely!"

And we leave the house taking the key this time.

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THEY KISSED. AGAIN. HARRY KISSED HIM. HARRY GAVE IN!