Captive. (ls)

21. Scars

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Harry's POV

The smooth surface of somebody's leg brushed against my own, and it quickly reminded my sleepy brain that I wasn't alone in this bed. I quietly turned my head in the direction of the body heat beside me, none other than Louis entering my vision.

I had heard about other submissives waking in the morning to get a glimpse of Louis in his helpless, dreamy state. I'd heard them say that he looked like a cruel captor even in his sleep, and by the way his button nose, fanned out lashes, and high cheekbones laid completely still in peace, I'd have to disagree.

Reaching my hand out, I let my fingertips brush over his bottom lip in curiosity. I've been the only one to ever wake up in Louis' bed without any wounds, other than the dull ache deep inside me, but that was inevitable.

His bare chest rose and fell lightly to match the wispy breaths falling from his open mouth, and I knew that I should be getting up to go to school and complete a few morning chores but I couldn't help myself from staying under the protection of the sheets.

I hadn't noticed how many tiny freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and I really should've, considering the amount of time I'd spent staring at him in near subspace last night.

What a joyous experience.

Louis shifted onto his right side and stretched out his little legs, bringing his rosy palms up to his eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them. His gaze, such a stunning blue that it made my heart flutter after having the privilege of seeing it turn so many different shades through his ever-changing emotions, landed on me in a happy surprise, "You're still here?"

A light frown graced my features and I'm sure he quickly caught the small action considering that he reached out with grabby hands to pull me closer to his warm chest, "I didn't mean it like that, baby."

After a moment of consideration, I snuggled myself up into his small yet sturdy frame, hands tucked between both of our chests, "I know you didn't."

"Have you been watching me sleep?"

"Absolutely not."

I felt his body rumble with a hearty laugh, and I had the privilege of glancing up in time to see the corners of his eyes crinkle up.

"You're a bad liar, Harry."

With a smug smile, letting my eyes fall shut, I replied groggily, "I know."

We stayed like that for a few minutes; cuddled in the pure silence of comfort. Much to my dismay, Louis eventually attempted to sit up onto his elbows.

"If I remember correctly, I'm supposed to have breakfast in my hands right now," he hummed, his voice thick with authority and adoration as he stroked my jaw.

A quick glance towards the clock sent my overly tired body springing out of bed and stumbling to slide on my robe. It was nearing quarter to ten, and I didn't really feel like receiving a punishment after such an eventful night.

Louis' dainty laugh could be heard as he, surely, watched me force my languid legs down the stairs. My backside stung with remembrance and my shoulders were aching from the positions that Louis had me in last night, but I pushed those thoughts from my mind in order to focus on cracking the eggs into the pan in front of me.

Louis padded down the steps with his matching robe tied around his waist, sex hair pushed back in a headband lazily, and wandered over to stand across from the kitchen island. He hummed in a pleasant surprise at the steaming tea prepped on the counter, taking it into his little hands and gladly sipping it gingerly.