Baby, look what you've done to me || L.S AU

XXV.

Mood : Gabrielle Aplin - Please Don't Say You Love Me
Paloma Faith - Only Love Can Hurt Like This
Michael Bolton - Said I Loved You

Moments like this is what takes away the pain, it is worth the cruciating crushing pain of being ripped open and exposed, worth every single tear stained face. The beautiful man sleeping in his arms could not be replaced by any other feeling in world beside, love. After all this time Harry was still awed by the fact that this man can still take his breath away, he can still nip at his bones and shake his core with a single touch and it was everlasting.

Louis was lowered into the bed, a bed he was familar with, his bed, as Harry crawls next to him keeping at a safe distance so he can just watch him sleep. His lips slightly parted and he's making little noises that disappear on the blushing face of Harry who couldn't keep the smile from his face. Louis crinkles his nose in discomfort and starts to shiver from the lost of contact, he grabs air trying to find something, Harry doesn't know what it was but he didn't question when he leaned in to Louis' touch, didn't say a thing when Louis' fingers laced around his neck pulling him to his chest. The ceasing feeling of coldness vanishes as Louis clutches tighter to Harry's warm body. This is home. This is how it should always be. Harry's hand is numb to his sides afraid if he moved the dream of this moment would turn into reality.

The meeting today was still unclear and he didn't quite understand why Louis wanted him there, he still didn't say what he wanted to but why was he thinking too deep about this? He was in Louis' arms, breathing in his scent, his favourite smell in the world, his boy was his again and he didn't want it to end. Eventually he closes his eyes just reveling in the few moments he had until Louis wakes up and realizes where he was.

The morning light spreads through the room quickly engulfing the two men on the bed with a splitting yellow ray of hot and piercing colour. Louis groans stretching his limbs making his bones crack in its wake.

He yawns, eyes still pressed closed as he spreads out his hands coming in contact with a heavy matter next to him.  He jolts awake immediately, his eyes shooting open to look at the sleeping figure next to him. His first action was to look at himself which was still clothed with last night's outfit. He sighed relief. He wipes the gathered sweat from his face pushing his fringe back and watch as Harry even in slumber has a smile on his face. Harry was most beautiful when he slept, he looked so at peace and happy. He snores and grunts and Louis thought it was the most remarkable thing and he admired it so much. He's careful to step out of bed and pad to the bathroom to wash his face.

The extra fluorescent lights in this room sent an instant rush of pain to his head, he groans rubbing his temples. His brain felt like it was trying to escape from his head, the pain thumping against his skull also like it was ready to explode. He opens the tap trying to steady his wobbly feet. Nausea crept up on him almost immediate as he bends forward to try and empty his stomach. Dry heaves of only saliva and stomach juice comes up. He needed to go. Harry could not see him like this. He needs his tablets. He splashes the water on his face temporarily easing the lash in his head. He eases his breathing and steps back into the room to see his boy spread out, his hands behind his head, an easy smile on his lips.

Louis replaces his discomfort with a fake smile and walks back to sit on the edge of the bed. He can feel Harry's eyes on him, watching his every movement. He bends to put his shoe on when the pain returns. He makes a muffled sound and is consumed with large arms around his waist instantly.

"Lou what's wrong?"
He pushes Harry trying to get some air to breath, he swallows and the erupting feeling of throwing up is present again.
"Just have a headache. I really need to go" he eases off the bed his feet barely able to move as his limp body drops to the ground. Harry screams coming over to hold Louis up from the cold floor.
"Louis! Oh god! Are you okay?" Louis can barely form the words to speak, his head is fuzzy causing his vision to blur. He can't see anything and his ears are ringing with the pain emanating from his entire body. He can hear the faint noises of Harry crying and he wants to reach out and touch, to feel, to ensure him that he was fine but his mind won't let him. He couldn't do a thing just felt limp against Harry's lean body.