Skeletons

Chapter eight

Mild, I think, sexual content so pleeease don't read the chapter if you're not into that.  Also, please read my AN at the end. It's all important.

Louis jolts out of his sleep with a start. A loud, booming crack of lightening striking evidently right outside of the window.

Cowering under the thick duvet, he clings to whatever body part he can find in the abyss of a bed.

An arm, how convenient.

Whining softly, the young man squeezes the limb he is now using as his personal lifeline, hoping to god that this absolute torture will soon come to it's end.

Anytime Louis encountered thunderstorms when he was a tot, he swore he had somehow descended into ninth hell and he would spend countless hours going through every single naughty thing he had done in the past week, apologising to the highest power and swearing he would never commit such an abominable and heinous act like stealing his sister's underwear ever again.

So, he took to breaking into her piggy bank, emptying half of her savings and buying his own.

Louis hears a soft grunt sound throughout the room and soon, the duvet is being lifted from over his body and two strong arms are scooping him up and placing him onto their lap.

"Lou?" The concerned, yet extremely groggy voice drawls. "Lou, sweetheart, why are you crying?"

Another strong crack of lightning strikes, this time igniting the whole room followed by a roar of thunder, causing Louis to curl tighter into himself and make no effort to contain his loud whimpers.

"Ah, I see. You don't like thunderstorms." The man's voice softens into a tender whisper as he realises what was troubling his submissive.

Louis feels the bed shift beside him and soon, he has a warm hand rested upon his naked thigh.

"What's going on?" Another voice asks, broadcasting no apparent sympathy. "Is he alright?"

"Does he look alright to you, Harry?" Edward, obviously, questions.

"I apologise for being concerned, won't happen again." Harry snaps at his brother, cupping Louis' cheeks and tilting his head back a bit, using the pads of his thumbs to swipe the tears away. "Scared of storms, then, are we? The playroom is soundproof and there are no windows, we can wait it out there."

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Louis buries his face into Edward's chest, his fingers clawing lightly at his wrists as he tries his best to focus in on his dom's heartbeat.

"Breathe, Louis." Harry instructs, running his fingers through his hair and pressing a small kiss directly behind his ear.

Taking a deep breath in and counting to ten, Louis exhales, slowly lifting his head from Edward's chest and silently asking for a kiss from Harry.

"In a moment." Is all he says before lifting a key Louis didn't even realise he was holding and unlocking the door to the playroom.

Edward enters the room first, setting Louis down on the large bed and immediately regretting it as the smaller man instantly cries out for both him and Harry.

"Smart ass." Harry snorts as he lifts his hand, quickly smacking the back of his brothers' head before making his way over to the bed, lifting Louis up and letting his back rest against his chest. "I believe I owe you a kiss."

Louis nods and lifts his hands, wiping furiously at his eyes as he sniffles quietly. "I believe so." He mumbles with a small smile, relieved that he can no longer hear the loud, crackling lightning or the pitter-patter of raindrops hitting the windowsill.