I Just Wanted To Know Your Name

07

It's been three weeks since the accident, my knee is a lot better and I can walk normally on it..with the assistance of Harry.

Me and him still have yet to discuss what happened while I was in the hospital.

Me and him still have yet to discuss what we are.

We grow closer each day, practically attatched at the hip now, but something still seems off.

Maybe it's because he's been living with me since the accident, maybe it's because he wakes up early every single morning and wakes me up with breakfast in bed and a back rub, or maybe it's because he told me he loved me twice and I didn't say it back.

But the two times he said it was when we were cuddling. He would kiss my head then whisper it to me and both those times my heart stopped for a second and my breath caught in my throat.

"Louis baby I have to go home for a few hours will you be okay alone?" Harry asks looking at me

"yeah I'll be fine love" "are you sure? I can see if Gemma can just do it for me? I don't want you to hurt yourself any further"

I sigh quietly "m' 18 Harry I can take care of myself" I tuck my nose in the crook of his neck and hitch my leg over his hip holding him against me.

He chuckles quietly and rests a hand on my leg "how is your knee feeling today love?" I kiss his shoulder "better than yesterday" I mumble against his skin

"that's good" He rubs my thigh slowly, reaching the bottom of my boxers and sliding his hand back down to my knee "do you shave your legs?"

I blush brightly yes, I do but..I never thought I'd have to tell Harry Styles that..

"u-um no" I pull my leg back and roll onto my other side so I'm not facing him anymore.

He accustoms easily to the new position, sliding his arm around my waist and tangling our legs together. His head rests on mine and his hands lay on my stomach slowly rubbing it "it's sexy that you do baby, I like someone that's cleanly shaven"

He tickles my happy trail "Harry" I whisper shakily that being a big weakness of mine

"I like when you're like this, saying my name like I'll stop touching you it's cute, but we both know I won't stop and you don't want me to stop" He lips move to my neck "Stop" I say as sternly as I can.

When he doesn't stop I start to panic, I don't want this right now I really don't all I want is to sleep. "Harry stop" "you don't want that baby"

I tense and push away from him falling off the bed and landing right on my knee "FUCK" I yell grabbing my knee "ow ow fuck" I start crying for the fifth time that day, although the other four were due to Harry's kind words.

He doesn't say anything just picks me up and lays me on the bed then leaves the room.

A few minutes later he comes back with ice, pain pills, and water "sit up against the headboard" He instructs me softly. I slowly do letting him prop up my knee on a few pillows "this is going to hurt are you ready?"  I nod slowly gripping the bed sheet

He puts the ice on my knee and I groan loudly "ow fuck" I squeeze my eyes shut and hunch over in pain

"I know baby" He sits behind me and wraps his arms around my waist holding me back against him.

I feel his lips on my neck and freeze "Harry I don't want that please stop" He sighs "I'm distracting you from the pain Lou..that's all" 

I lean back against him laying my head on his shoulder. I rest my hands on his, lacing our fingers together slowly "can't help it baby your skin is so soft" He whispers in my ear kissing right under my ear.

I sigh contently "can you stay here with me? have Gemma do what you had to?" He nods "course baby"

He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs his phone calling her "hey Gem, Lou hurt himself again and I need to be here can you please fix up the wall in my room? it won't be too difficult just a bit of paint" I look at him frowning.

What the hell is wrong with his wall?

"thank you so much I owe you" He hangs up and set his phone on the table again

"what's wrong with your wall?" I mumble, humming softly when he starts to rub my tummy.

"just a bit banged up is all" He kisses over my shoulder slowly, pressing open mouthed kisses to the skin. I relax back into him, completely forgetting about the throbbing pain in my knee.

His sinful lips move to the spot where my neck and shoulder meet and then back to where my shoulder stops, each time he kisses further up my neck and I swoon more with every single kiss.

After he's kissed every inch of my neck he can reach, his lips find my jawline, kissing painfully slow to my chin, then back.

I'm sure this is what heaven feels like, getting kissed by an angel, the butterflies in my stomach, the soft pants leaving my parted lips when his plump pink lips brush that one spot on my neck, my absolute weakness.

An unexpected nip of the teeth make a high moan slip from me, and the body below me tenses for a few breif seconds before he continues to kiss my neck, dragging me further and further under his spell, making me slip more and more from reality and just focus on Harry.

His lips.

His hands.

His skin.

His hot breath on my neck.

His lust for me.

His hair tickling my neck when he makes an effort for kiss my collar bone.

Now of course I can't just let Harry consume my life, of course I should make him have a day away from me.

But, it's hard to do that when the person you fell so hard for is behind you, spreading kisses over your neck, rubbing your tummy, just being the perfect human being he is.

Naturally if I were some hormonal girl teenager we would've fucked already, virgin or not, but I want something out of all of this.

I see potential in Harry, marriage potential, family potential. He probably doesn't feel the same for me but I already know.

I, Louis William Tomlinson, am-and forever will be-hopelessly in love with Harry Styles

And dammit if that doesn't scare the living daylights out of me than nothing ever will.