𝑵𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑳.𝑺.

7: In His Arms, Holding Me Tight

"I'm totally not gonna watch Titanic with you ever again!" I threw my hands in the air, letting myself sink further into the couch cushions.

"I can't help it, I told you I always cry at shit like this!" Harry sniffled, blowing his nose with some toilet paper.

"Oh Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your french girls!" I dramatically yelled, high pitched voice as I rolled my eyes soon after, my eyes revealing nothing but fondness.

Harry shrugged. "You should act, or be on Dr. Phil his show, you talk to my cat anyway, and you're a doctor."

I pulled up the blanket to my chin. Harry and I had decided to watch a movie, even though it was already four in the morning by now. I was used to staying up late, so it didn't bother me as much.

"Let's not even start this, it's too late to start this discussion you're not going to win." Harry seemed like he wanted to say something but instead let out a yawn.

"You should go to sleep, you got a concussion after all and a broken wrist, you will probably feel like shit once the meds kick off."

Harry sighed. "Probably, so you're gonna go home now?" He asked, with a tone that said he really didn't want me to.

"I guess so?" It came out more as a question but that didn't really matter.

"Stay the night? I can take the couch, it's too late to go home now and besides, you don't have a car with you."

He was right on that one, but could I really stay? Wasn't that a bad idea? I had known him for around two days now, but it felt like we were so much more than 'friends you just met"

"You shouldn't sleep on the couch, with or without concussion," I stated, furrowing my eyebrows.

He stood up, grinning. "Then it's settled, we're gonna share the bed-" he paused for a moment. "That is, if you're comfortable with that, of course."

I thought about it for a moment, not really caring at that moment. I didn't have a car, was hella tired and well, something inside of me wanted to stay close to Harry.

"Lets go then." We walked to his bedroom, which was just as cosy as the rest of his appartment.

Dusty followed us, jumping on the bed and settling there, as if she wanted to be the first to pick a spot before we could.

Harry stripped down his clothes and put his hair up into a small, messy bun. I practically felt myself staring at him as he was now in just some black boxers.

I snapped out of it and started undressing until I was only in boxers as well, slipping under the soft covers next to him.

He turned off the light, but I could feel his eyes on me through the dark.

"Louis?" I heard him whisper, his voice soft and almost.. nervous?

"Yea?" I turned to face him, even though I couldn't see him, just his silhouette.

"Thanks for everything, I-I really like having you here," he said, letting out a deep breath which he was probably holding in.

I couldn't help the small smile that was making its way to my lips. "Pleasure is mine, I really enjoy being here, with you."

It was silent after that. After a while I turned around, my back facing him. Did I say too much? Should I have said something different?

Before I could worry myself any further I felt his arms making its way to my chest, lifting my arm so he could sneak his under it.

He pressed my chest against his chest, making me wonder if it was me or him who's heart was beating really fast.

I didn't want to admit it, but I felt comfortable, something I haven't felt with anyone for a long time, it was different then with Zayn or Liam.

I relaxed into his touch, not realizing my shoulders were tense. I heard him hum, as if he was satisfied now and soon I heard him snore softly, a tight grip on my body as I was pressed against him.

I was awake for a while, my mind racing because I had surely not expected this. It was complicated, but felt so good at the same time that I just let myself drift off, feeling warm, loved and safe in Harry's arms.

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