Logan's POV
Harry's arms were wrapped securely around my waist when I had awoken.
The soft snores escaping his lips echoing throughout the room.
I had decided to lay there, staring at the window and admiring the few spring trees beginning to blossom.
"Logan... What time is it..?" Harry stirred, pulling me closer against his body.
I glanced at the small clock on his night stand, reading the numbers aloud, "12:39."
He groaned, pulling the duvet over us once again.
"We have rehearsals in a bit.." I mentioned, turning my body to face him.
Even beneath the covers you could make out the vibrant green of his eyes.
"I want to stay here with you.." He whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead.
"And so do I.. But unless you want to end up jobless, we should get our bums up and ready.." I giggled.
He let out a sigh, throwing the covers off and pulling me out of bed with him.
"I'll make us some breakfast, now go shower up." I whispered placing both palms of my hands against his chest.
"You sound like my mum.." He laughed, kissing my lips softly.
"Just go.." I giggled, shoving him towards the loo.
Walking down the stairs I couldn't help but think about how much he had changed... Matured...
The way he could control his physical outbursts, astounding...
I winced at the thought of his fists slamming into my skin, the lacerations of some sort devouring my skin.
Every aspect of the past seemed to overtake my thoughts as I aimlessly searched his kitchen.
I came to a halt, slowly rolling up the sleeve of my shirt and examining the fading scars.
My heart jolted out of my chest as I felt his hands grab my waist.
"You okay..?" He asked wearily, looking me up and down.
"Y-yeah.." I stuttered, rolling my sleeve down and putting the pan on the stove top.
"Okay..." He chuckled, seeming to play along with my noticeable facade.
"I'll get your luggage for you, then we can head out to the studio." He nodded, grabbing my keys from the countertop.
I let out a sigh, recollecting myself and preparing our breakfast.
'Just..just try to let go.. Just forget it all..' I ushered myself on.
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Harry slowly pulled up to the building, parking his car in the reserved area.
He got out quickly, grabbing our bags and helping me out of the car.
I felt his hand trail down from my wrist to my palm, slowly intertwining our fingers.
I looked at him hesitantly, only to find a smile on his face.
His body tensed as he stopped in his place, eyes focused on something else.
I looked forward as well spotting who he was looking at immediately.
There he sat, arms crossed, lips forming a tight line. His piercing blue eyes staring intently at Harry.
Harry dropped my hand, as he stood approaching both of us with a stride of confidence.
"Louis..."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
