Trying to be Superman

Chapter 8

A/N: Sorry it's so short! Omfg. Oh well enjoy!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Harry awoke to the sound of the heart moniter, and he pushed to move his heavy eyelids to open.

“Harry! You’re okay!” Louis cried out, jumping onto the bed, making Harry groan.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What happened?” Harry moaned, the pain in his head becoming obvious as he fully woke up.

“You got hit in the face, really hard. You got a concussion. It’s not too serious, you just can’t sleep for much longer than an hour at a time,” Louis said softly, brushing Harry’s curls out of his eyes, “Actually, now that you’re awake we can go home.” Louis put his arm under Harry’s head and helped him sit up, Harry felt his head swim and he groaned. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his head still reeling but the moving room was slowing down.

Louis led him downstairs, and they checked out and walked into the parking lot. Louis helped Harry into the car then rushed around to the drivers side.

“What hit me?” Harry asked, looking at Louis confused. Louis flinched and his face darkened.

“It was a football,” He said, his voice cold. “Simon kicked it.”

“What the fuck?!” Harry cried out, his anger replacing his confusion.

“He- um, well you were about to kiss me,” Louis mumbled, looking down, a little scared at all of the anger the younger boy had been showing all day. Louis wasn’t used to this side of Harry, he was used to the sweet, kind, and funny kid. Not the serious, angry adult. That side scared Louis, and Harry could tell.

“I’m sorry Lou,” He said softly, realizing all of the drama that had occurred that day was his fault. He couldn’t control himself, and that was what had caused this entire issue. “Hey, Lou. Smile, I have an idea. If I can’t sleep, that doesn’t mean we don’t have to use the bed?”

The older boy felt his face go red, and he smiled.

“I like that idea Hazz,” He mumbled, as they pulled into the parking lot of the flat they shared. Harry got out and Louis wrapped his arm around his waist, helping him to walk.

“If anyone sees we can just say it was because of your ‘injury’,” Louis whispered as they walked inside, his words making Harry laugh. This whole thing is my fault- No it’s Simon’s. If Simon wasn’t such a dick they could be together. If Simon hadn’t kicked that fucking ball at my face. Harry thought to himself, his anger returning as he realized how unfair it all was. As he thought Louis closed the door to their flat, and Harry turned, fire in his eyes.

“Bad news, we’re not gonna make it to the bed,” He growled, lifting Louis up and pressing him against the back of the door, the pressure of Harry’s body against Louis’ keeping Louis up. Louis gasped at Harry’s actions, not that he minded, but his gasp was cut off with Harry smashing his lips against Louis’ violently, passionately. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and his tongue slipped into Harry’s mouth, only to be met by Harry’s tongue, urgent, and almost violent. Harry’s hands slipped down to Louis’ bum, gripping tightly. Harry’s mouth moved down Louis face to his neck, kissing messily with his urgency. Louis felt a moan leave his soft pink lips as he felt Harry bite down on his neck.

Harry had the perfect vantage point from belong for his next move, picking Louis up and walking to the sofa throwing him down and climbing on top. Harry’s large hands slid from Louis’ bum to his back, then chest, before going up to hold Louis’ face tightly, with Louis’ arm reached up to hold Harry’s neck. Louis pulled back, his breathing heavy and unstable.

“I need a break, I haven’t slept in a long time,” He said, and Harry could tell it wasn’t something Louis wanted to say anymore than Harry wanted to hear.

“Anything you need, babe,” Harry whispered, kissing Louis’ feminine lips softly. “I need a shower. Wanna join me?”

Louis chuckled at his boyfriend, and nodded.

“Just a quick one,” Louis slipped out from under Harry and walked over to the bathroom, stripping down slowly, before walking into the room. Harry’s eyes watched his boyfriends ass as he walked away, Harry could feel himself yearning to pound into that ass; all night long. Just not tonight, still Harry jumped up and rushed into the bathroom, stripping as he went. As he got to the bathroom door and he was trying to take his boxers off while rushing, he tripped, and fell. Onto the linoleum, his hands reaching out to brace his fall.

Louis peeked his head out the shower, a worried expression on his face.

“Hazz you okay? Your head,” Harry blushed red, worried he had ruined the perfect moment, and brushed his boyfriends worries off.

“Fine, I’m fine,” Harry stood up and hopped into the shower, Louis wrapped his arms around his younger boyfriends waist and leaned in to kiss him gently.

The shower didn’t go as Harry had planned, instead of getting physical, they just cleaned up, washing off.

“Do you wanna finish our movie?” Louis asked, as the two boys stood in the bathroom, drying themselves off and getting dressed.

“Nah, let’s start a new one and order a pizza!” Harry said, skipping out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number for the closest pizza place.  

“Pizza Express, what’ll ya have?” The voice on the other end of the phone spoke, they obviously hated having to say that every time they picked up the phone.

“Erm- Yeah, a large cheese pizza. Delivery, please,” Harry mumbled, into the phone slowly. Louis walked out of the bathroom, in a t-shirt and Harry’s boxers, over to the TV looking at the movies trying to decide what they should watch. He finally decided on ‘The Princess Bride’ opening the case he took out the DVD and popped it into the DVD player. Louis walked over to the couch and sat down all of his emotions from the last few days flooding back. Tears ran down his face as all of his strength he had put on for Harry leaving his body, weak and emotional. Hearing the crying Harry turned around and saw Louis sitting on the couch, his head in his hands his shoulders shaking as the sobs left his mouth. Harry rushed over to the couch and sat down, pulling Louis into his arms.

“Oh Lou, don’t worry! It’s all gonna be okay! I promise, we’ll get through this and we’ll stay together, forever,” He whispered, into the older boys soft hair.

“No it’s not Harreh, it’s not okay. Simon’s controlling us, he’s hurting us. This isn’t okay!” His hands snaked their way around Harry’s neck and he buried his face into his naked boyfriends chest.

“I won’t let him hurt you. I will protect you Louis. I swear I will,” Harry growled, his voice husky with passion. Before Louis could respond there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza!” A voice called out, and Harry stood up. Louis grabbed his hand and pulled him back down.

“Hazz you’re naked!” Louis whispered, laughing softly as he stood up and strolled to the door, opening it just enough to slip through, but not enough for Harry to be seen.

“How much?” Louis asked, reaching for his wallet, then realizing not only was it inside, but so were his pants.

“Erm, £8,” The man said, trying not to blush at the sight of Louis in boxers.

“I’ll go get it, yeah?” Louis said slipping back in the door, and rushing to the bathroom. He emerged half a minute later with pants on and counting out eight pounds for the pizza. He opened the door, handing the guy on the other side the money, and grabbing the pizza. Louis kicked the door closed behind him and looked over to see Harry bent over laughing.

“You were worried about me, when you went out there without pants on,” Harry cried, between laughter. Louis walked over, with the box of pizza in his hands and smacked Harry’s curly head gently.

“Shut up ya little twat,” Louis whined, still embarrassed by what had just happened. Louis sat down next to Harry and opened the pizza box, grabbing a slice, then hitting play on the DVD player. Harry grabbed a slice of pizza and the two boys sat on the couch, cuddling, eating pizza, and watching a movie.