daisy || l.s au

louis

once we arrived at Harry's I found myself getting very anxious, this would be my first time over at his house. My palms sweating and my knees weak I follow Harry through his front door and smile at his homey little apartment. It smells like he burns candles often and leaves windows open which I love.

Harry takes my hand and gently pulls me inside closing the door and taking me to his bathroom, our hands tangle perfectly like they were puzzle pieces crafted to correlate.

I felt Harry's hands on my waist and giggled pushing his fingertips away, he just shook his head and lifted me on to his bathroom sink before turning to a closet, as he bent over to grab a first aid kit I found myself trying to look away but I just couldn't, it was physically impossible. I subconsciously bit my lip and began to taste blood. I must have reopened a cut. I attempted to hide this because I actually didn't want Harry to know that I was previously eye raping him but it was no use because he turned around and smirked at me doing a little dance.

"You were totally just checking me out." He laughed setting the first aid kit on the sink next to me and pulling out a soft wash cloth. He wet it down and used one of his hands to lift my chin forcing me to look into his beautiful green eyes.

"You have pretty eyes." I whispered this but he heard me loud and clear. He smiled shushing me as he ran the damp cloth over my bottom lip.

"I think you might have a black eye." Harry pouted his lips and I knew he was currently blaming himself for this.

I remained silent and let him tend to my wounds until he brought out some sort of disinfectant spray and I flinched away.

"No Harry it's fine, I don't need it."

"Don't be a pussy." Harry laughed taking the cap off and I sucked in a deep breath squeezing my eyes shut.

"Aw does little Lou wanna hold my hand." Harry mocks and I huff crossing my arms in an attempt to look pissed off but I don't think it works because Harry giggles and I give in grabbing his free hand and squeezing it tightly.

It wasn't that bad though, it stung for a while but passed quickly.

"Do you want to borrow some clothes to sleep in?" Harry asked and I gave him a confused look before glancing at my phone and realizing its almost 11.

"Yes please." I smile and he leaves the room returning later with a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt.

"They might be a little big." He chuckled a bit placing them on the sink before turning to leave.

Changing into the sweats I noticed some bruises on my tummy from the man in my shop, I don't really know what to think of this whole situation, did I do the wrong thing giving him the tattoo whilst he was intoxicated? maybe, but I still had his consent and really he probably would have just gotten angry and beat me up if I hadn't done it for him.

I'm glad Harry came to rescue me, who knows what would have happened if he hadn't come to check in.

"You alright? I really have to pee." Harry's voice sounds from the other side of the door and I laugh leaving the washroom.

I've never been in Harry's house before so I decide to take a look around, I notice a lot of potted cacti and flowers in a vase on his kitchen table. Everything looks well put together and I imagine Harry to be the perfect little house wife, keeping the house tidy and gardening in the front yard.

The thought brings a smile to my face as I sniff the flowers.

"Those are gardenias."

"They symbolize secret love."

Harry is leaning in the doorway watching me and I become slightly self conscious because probably look like a trash bag in these clothes, Harry is so much taller and more well built than me.

an || I kinda hate this chapter a lot but ayyyy I'll do better next time maybe