Chapter 7 - The Morning After

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Louis' POV

I'm woken up by people rustling around in the bed and walking out of the room, I crack my eyes open and see Niall and Zayn crawling out of bed. When Niall peels himself out from under Harry he whines at the loss, moves towards me, and latches on humming in approval as he nuzzles into the crook of my neck to get more comfortable.

When Harry lays on my chest he wraps his limbs around me with a deathly tight grip. I can feel his soft puffs of hair tickling me and I am reminded how much I love holding someone in my arms. I had forgotten how much I loved the feeling of someone on my chest with our limbs intertwined. I am a bit stunned at first with my arms not even touching him and I just look down at him shocked. After I snap out of it I wrap my arms around him to hold him tight and rest my cheek on his head. I don't mind him snuggling up to me but I'm not sure if he'll feel the same...

This morning was very emotional and I'm not sure how he'll react when he wakes up. I have only been mates with him for about a week. I have never seen how he reacts to emotionally charged situations. Will he be cold and not want to talk? Will he wake up crying? Will he wake up screaming? Will he be anxious and unable to be alone? Will he only want to be alone? I have absolutely no idea. I hope he's happy we are here because I don't see myself leaving him anytime soon. I hear the boys in the kitchen and I wish I knew what they were saying. I feel a pull to leap up and question Zayn and Niall about what is going on while Harry sleeps. But then I hear and feel Harry's gentle snores on me and that is enough to bring me back to reality. I glance down at the mop of curls and tighten my arms just enough before nuzzling into his curls and drifting back to sleep.

I only sleep for another three hours before waking up and going on my phone while holding Harry close with my other arm. I wake up around 2:45 pm and it's not long after I feel Harry start to stir.

Liam's POV

Even though Zayn, Niall, and Harry were plastered together during the film I still didn't fit on the bed comfortably. After I hear everyone's breathing even out and a few of them snoring I get up to check again that the front door is locked, even though I watched Zayn lock it earlier. I grab a blanket from the living room on my way back and drag Niall's lovesac into Zayn's room to sleep on. Yes I could sleep on the couch but I like the idea of me being the first one in front of the door if anyone were to come in. However unlikely that is.

Since last week I knew something was wrong with Harry. I still don't fully know what is going on, but it is so so much worse than I expected. I hoped my suspicions were wrong and there was a reasonable explanation, but there isn't. Harry is being beaten by this Alex guy and based on Zayn and Niall's reactions this was not the first time. Well of course it's not the first time. He was let into the flat. Is this an abusive boyfriend? Maybe an ex that Harry can't shake? A stalker? I honestly have no earthly idea.

Harry is always so cheerful and kind on campus. I had no idea he was carrying around all of this pain.

I wake up at noon when I hear Zayn and Niall crawl out of bed. Zayn notices when I wake up and nods for me to follow them, so I join them in the kitchen. Harry switches from Niall to Louis when Niall gently pells Harry off of him. Louis looks quite content when he sees Harry cuddle into him. I wouldn't be surprised if Lou liked Harry, he has been obsessed with him for the last 2 years. When our friend groups were fused together he so easily flipped from being annoyed by the guy to being excited to be around Harry, like- all the time. Beyond when he is 'forced' to be with him, he intentionally went to the library just to see Harry. He tried to be coy about it the first day but I caught on quickly. I'm not that thick.

Though Lou is often the last to know what's going on inside his own head so he wouldn't admit he liked Harry even if I asked. But that isn't exactly what I should be thinking about right now.

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