Locked Out of Love -Larry AU

7. He loves me that much?

A/N: So sorry for waiting for literally a month, school got to me!

Well, hope you enjoy this chapter!

I think I sort of dragged it on tooo much...I hope I didn't though.

~Hunter xx.

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Harry POV

He took a deep breath and spoke, “Because I want to fix you first.”

My breath hitched when he uttered those words, he loves me that much? I started to think, his birthday is coming up, maybe Bree and I could surprise him with the best birthday present ever; his sight.

We were still walking home, my arm hooked in his. I looked to him and took a look at his facial structure. I was staring and didn’t notice that Louis was looking right into my eyes, “You know it’s not polite to stare.” I flushed and looked down at my feet.

We finally got to the house and I quickly went up to my room, not before telling Lou I was going to take a nap. But the thing is I wasn’t, I need to get Bree on the phone to help me get an appointment for Louis, it’s just I can’t speak. I’m just going to text her; it’s the easiest thing to do.

To Bree:

Hey it’s Harry; I have the most amazing gift idea for Louis.

I waited and my phone instantly went off signaling that I got a reply.

From Bree:

Ohh! Do tell!

Well, today I asked him why hasn’t he gotten an appointment to help his eyesight and he said that he wanted to fix me first…so I got to thinking, what if we set him up with an appointment and maybe by his birthday he can have his eye sight back.

That’s amazing, but I don’t want to get your hopes up…the doctor said it would be a miracle for his sight to fully come back. If they were to operate he would have to wear glasses for everything.

I know, but still I want him to know that I am here for him. And it’s just glasses, it’s not that bad. I think that he would look fucking sexy in a pair of thick framed glasses, don’t ya think?

True, and why yes he would, but don’t tell my girlfriend I said this.

How can I…I happen to not know who she is.

Ahh, yes, let’s keep it that way until it’s time for her to be comfortable with saying it.

Alright, well I’m knackered; I’m going to take a quick nap. Maybe Lou will end up in my bed again. Hope so, thanks, talk to you later!

Alright, no problem; best of luck! Hahaha.

I set my phone down on my table and I kicked off my shoes. I slipped underneath the covers and turned with my back towards the door.

No later there was a faint knock on the door, “Harry? You awake?” I then heard the door squeak open, and feet slowly padding across the room. I felt the bed dip and a pair of arms pulling me to their clothed chest.

“I know you’re still awake, but I don’t care. Let’s have a nap.” I chuckled and turned my body over. I looked up to Louis and even though he can’t see me, he knows just where I am looking. Our legs become entangled with each other, his arms wrap around me pulling me to him as close as possible and I rest my head just under his chin. He kisses the top of my head before we both fell to sleep.

“Harry?”

“Yes Lou?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” I asked cocking my eyebrow in confusion.

“Everything, but mostly for helping me get my eyesight back. I owe you so much.”

“Hey, it’s what best friends do.”

“Maybe the label can change.”

“You know I don’t like to label things, out with it, what do you mean?”

“Let’s be boyfriends.”

I opened my eyes from a loud bang, and I felt the space next to me empty.

“Fucking shit!” I heard coming from the bathroom, I jolted up from the bed and I ran into the bathroom. I didn’t even care if he was exposed, he’s hurt.

I open the door and my eyes set on Louis in a very odd position, well, how do I say this. He kind of slammed the toilet seat on his, err…junk? How in the hell was he able to do that. I stifled out a laugh and his head snapped up.

“It’s not fucking funny, that fucking hurt…and before you ask, it just fell out of nowhere and I was still urinating and it just fell on me.” I started laughing but I saw the hurt look on Lou’s face. So I stopped and I walked over to him, it was a good thing that I had my phone with me. I took it and typed up.

“Does it hurt?”

“No shit Sherlock, it’s throbbing.”

“Hey, don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll go get some ice, wash your hands and what not. Lay down on the bed and I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, but hurry please it feels like it might fall off.”

I walked down to the kitchen and grabbed an icepack. I headed up the stairs and went back into the room and saw Louis lying down on the bed with his cock hanging out of his pants. The glance I took made mine twitch in my pants, I looked away because this could get ugly.

I walked over and I lifted up the waistband for his boxers, which made him jump, and I put the icepack in his boxers and carefully moved his cock under the ice. I situated the waistband over his painfulness. I walked around and I lay down on the bed next to him. I curled into his side and let out a big breath.

I started tracing shapes on his bare chest and I noticed how his heartbeat slowed down from me doing this. Then I remembered that this would always calm him down when he was feeling down or something.

“Harry, could you stop that please,” I stopped my hand and I moved away from him, “No, I didn’t mean for you to move away, you doing that was making me feel uncomfortable, since I can’t see what’s happening it’s scaring me.” He slipped his arms under me and over my waist pulling me face first to his chest.

I rested my forehead on his chest and breathed in deeply, “Sleepy?” Lou asked as he rested his cheek on my head.

I nodded, and he chuckled, “We just woke up, but alright. But when you get up, you’re making us dinner or whatever it is, depending on the time.” He moves down to rest his head on the pillow and I snuggle my head under his chin. We both fall asleep, once again, to the steady breathing of each other.