Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

I am sleeping peacefully in my bed when I feel it moving. I feel a strong arm around my waist that pulls me towards his body making it easier for him to hide his face in the back of my neck. "What are you doing here?" I ask amused and he reaches to one of my hands and interferes our fingers together. 

Is he scared? Or just adorably clingy? 

"You get nightmares. I want to be here for you. I want you to sleep well. I'm sorry for everything."

Or he is just very caring.

I feel my heart skipping a bit. He is so caring. I never met someone like him. He is making my heart throw confetti. I turn to him and look him right in the eyes. His arm is still on my waist, the other arm under his head, his beautiful hair is hitting the pillow and his eyes are on me. My both arms are on his chest and my eyes are looking into his blue eyes. "I love you, Louis!" I say, believing every word. "I love you, Harry!" He says smiling and I just know I don't need anything else but this. "I'm sorry too! For making it a big deal." I say feeling guilty for him feeling guilty. 

He raises his hand to brush through my few pieces of hair that got out of my bun and starts talking softly and whispering "It was the way you felt. It was your right to tell me what you didn't like and how what I did made you feel. And it was my right to answer back explaining to you why I did that. We both were wrong, we both threw words, I hurt you and I'm sorry for that. But I will never accept to hit you back to punish you. You think I didn't realise why you wanted me to hit back so bad? I'm not that kind of man. I will never be. I didn't hit you because I think you're weak, I didn't hit you because you didn't deserve it. And even if you did, I couldn't do it."

He knew. 

My breath stops. He didn't say anything. He knew and never threw it to my face. I look at him, half embarrassed, half melting because he really cares. I study him for a couple of seconds and I push my body closer to him. I hide my face in his neck. I need him to hold me tight and he does. He wraps his both arms around my body, one around the waist and one on my head. He places a kiss on my head and rests his cheek on top of my head and whispers "Please never ask me to punish you again… I will never hurt you, ever. Because you're mine, Harry, you're my precious human."

I'm his. I'm his. He loves me. I love him. I love him. I love love him.

I kiss his neck gently and we fall asleep like that. I woke up in the morning hugging his arm. When I look up at him he is already looking at me still sleepy so he woke up not long ago. I let go of his arm. "Sorry, I was the one keeping you here?" I say embarrassed and he giggles pulling me to his chest. 

"Yeah you are the one keeping me here." He says and I look at him resting my chin on his chest. "You are very cute when you sleep, you know that?" I shake my head, blushing. "Well now you know." I place my head back in his chest and he starts playing with my bun. "How did you sleep, precious?" 

"Amazing. How did you sleep?" I start touching every birthmark on his abs, smiling. 

"Very good actually! What are you doing there? I hope you're not counting them."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You're not allowed to."

"I do what I want!"

He laughs, his chest is shaking. "There is a saying about birthmarks. If you count them, more will appear on your body." I frown, I never believed in sayings and I never heard this one.

"That's bullshit." I say and he giggled. "It is medically impossible, you grandpa." This time he burst into a deep hearty laughter. I never heard him laughing so hard and beautifully. I look at him wanting to memorise everything about him and he has tears in his eyes. His laughter is so contagious that I start laughing too. And just like that the room is filled with happiness. He starts wiping off his tears, breathing heavily from too much laughter and I look at him, if someone would see me they would surely see hearts instead of eyes.