I love him (L.S.)

Chapter 8

Harry

I walked into the bar deciding to drink away my problems. I just made it to the bar when a girl tripped and fell onto me. Her drink spilled on my shirt. I wanted to be mad but looking at her panicked face, "Hey its okay. Don't worry." I said with a soft smile.

"Sorry. It's my first time at a bar and it's quite overwhelming. I'm really sorry about your shirt." She said looking around the place. With an exchange of smiles we parted ways. I walked to the restroom deciding to clean my shirt a little.

The moment I walked in, I was met with a man forcing a boy down on the counter. He looked to be groping his parts. "What the fuck..." I mumbled before pulling the dude off the poor lad.

The sight in front of me made me furious.

Louis.

He was sitting on the counter in just his underwear, lips trembling, eyes filled with tears.

Anger took over me as I started punching the guy who was now on the floor.

Nothing else went on in my head. I just needed to hurt the guy who touched Lou

I didn't stop until I heard a particularly loud sob. It brought me back to my senses. The guy on the floor had a broken nose, bleeding lips and a bruised right eye. His Jaw probably had some issues to but I don't really care.

"Come near him again and I'll rip you apart." I growled in his ear before he ran out of the bathroom.

I walked over to Louis, who was a trembling mess. "Lou..." I whispered bringing my hand to his shoulder. He flinched, trying to cover his body to the best of his ability, which wasn't much.

"Hey hey... Calm down love. It's alright. He's gone. I'm here. You're safe. I won't hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you either. Can you take deep breaths for me, please?"

I slowly took his hand, trying not to scare him. I placed it over my heart, hoping the rhythm of my heartbeat would calm him down.

It worked. A couple of minutes later, Louis was more relaxed. His breathing was normal. He wasn't shaking anymore. Tears were still flowing freely though.

I slowly stepped away from him to pick up his clothes. I tried to pass him his jeans but he stared at me blankly without making any move to grab it.

I sighed before helping him into his jeans. His shirt was ripped. So, I took off my jumper and pulled it on him.

Under any other circumstances, I would have stepped back to admire how adorable and small he looked in my jumper. But right now, he looked so lost, so broken.

He Suddenly jumped forward, pushing his face into my chest and sobbing. Standing there hurt. It hurt that I couldn't do anything to stop his pain. It hurt that I wasn't here to protect him earlier. It hurt that the guy who caused my Lou to cry is not dead yet.

I couldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything other than embrace him in a warm hug. I whispered calming words in his ear.

Once he quietened down, "It's okay baby. Everything is alright. I'm here okay? You're safe. You want to go home?" I whispered, earning a small nod. I pecked his head softly before carrying him out.

We made our way to the entrance when I saw Niall having a drink at the bar. He was clearly drunk and there was a guy standing too close to him. I let out a huff before walking over to him.

Louis is out cold in my arms. I tapped Niall on the shoulder, "Come on lets go" I said, sounding bored.

He on the other hand got excited seeing me. "HARRYYYY MATEEEE HOW ARE YOU?" Geez this kid is too loud even with music blaring around us.

"Lets go." I repeated myself.

"Nooooooo" He whined, turning around going to grab his drink once again. He has definitely had enough.

I positioned louis in a way that my one hand around him would be enough. I grabbed the back of Niall's t shirt and dragged him out of the bar to my car.

I placed Louis in the back seat where Niall was. Just a few minutes into the ride, Niall was asleep too.

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Louis

I woke up with a massive headache. The sunlight shining right on my face when I opened my eyes didn't do me a favour either. I closed my eye shut again and snuggled into my pillow.

My pillow seems a little more hard and big.

Wait....

Why is my pillow snoring?

I panicked and shot out of bed. Before I looked at the person in my bed, I looked down to find myself wearing just my boxers and a jumper.

I started to panic more. The person on my bed had the covers over their head. I slowly walked around the bed to them and gently pulled down the duvet.

I let out the breath I was holding.

It was just Niall.

His eyes slowly fluttered open before tightly closing shut again. "Argh Lou can you close the curtains please?"

I nod my head quickly pulling the curtains close. I went downstairs to get Advil for Niall and I. I walked into the kitchen just to freeze at the entrance.

Harry was there. Shirtless.

He was wearing grey joggers. His back muscles on full display. His back was coated with sweat. His hair was up in a bun.

He turned around with a glass of water in his hand.

His cross chain caught my attention. It stood out from the colour of his skin.

Hot. Damn.

"Oh hey Lou. You're awake."

I let out a cough before saying "er... yea, yea. I came to get Advil."

"Ahh here I got them for you. And I bought all of us breakfast when I went for a jog. Zayn will be here soon. He stayed with Liam last night." He took a step closer to me. "Are you okay?" He asked in a hushed voice.

I just shrugged, grabbing the pills and walking back to my room.

We took the pills. Niall showered in my bathroom while I used Zayn's. We went down the kitchen to find Z there talking to Harry.

"Hey kiddo! I missed you." He said pulling me into a hug.

" I saw you last night for dinner Z" I said with my head pushed into the crook of his neck.

"Still missed you though. Hey Ni" Niall waved back at him before everyone settled down to have breakfast.

Z noticed me pushing my food around. He put his hand on my thigh to grab my attention. He raised his eyebrow when our eyes met. I just shook my head and looked down at my lap.

I heard him huff before my chair was being pulled towards him. He pulled my plate towards him too.

He grabbed my fork and started feeding me. I turned to Niall when I heard him coo. Harry was staring at us fondly.

Just an hour later, I was left alone at home once again to dwell in the memory of what happened yesterday.