Picture- my new boots that I am OBSESSED with
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Louis couldn't sleep. As hard as he tried, he couldn't. He was too scared, he knew he was in big trouble, Harry wasn't even cuddling with him.
Louis hated feeling scared of Harry and he hated the fact that he was being punished for something that wasn't even really his fault. But most of all, he hated the fact that he felt guilty and he felt like he disappointed his Dom.
Louis shouldn't have felt like this, he shouldn't feel like he did something wrong, but he couldn't help it. Guilt hung over his head and part of him wanted for Harry not to punish him, but another part wanted Harry to punish him because then he would be forgiven and they could move past this.
Louis finally falls asleep around 4am, his body cold and afraid, without the warmth or comfort of Harry's arms.
When Louis wakes up, hours had passed, but it felt like he'd closed his eyes a second ago. Louis is awake, not from his own free will, it's because the bed is shifting beside him. Louis stays still, allowing the illusion of sleep to hold him as he listens to Harry move around the room.
Louis heard the small click of a door being opened and he cracks his eye open, allowing himself to witness Harry leaving the room.
Harry's just about to leave the room when he turns around and Louis' quickly squeezes his eyes shut.
Louis heard Harry's footsteps and he fights the urge to open his eyes because he knows that Harry is standing right by his side of the bed.
Harry's breathing grows closer and Louis feels Harry's soft lips press against his forehead.
Louis stays completely still, leaving his eyes closed until he's positive that Harry's gone. Louis opens his eyes and then he moves to the middle of the bed.
Louis pulls the blanket over his head and then sprawls out his limbs, something that always brought Louis comfort for some reason.
Louis' breath blew against the blanket, spreading warmth throughout his face. When Louis grew hot, he pulled the blanket off of his face.
Louis was practically shaking, he was so nervous. He didn't want to get up, he wanted to stay in this bed the whole day, but he knew Harry would come up and get him.
"You'll be fine." Louis whispers to himself as he chews his nails. "Harry's not gonna hurt you...just say red and he'll stop." With that, Louis climbs out of the bed with shaky legs.
The texture of the soft plush carpet under Louis' feet offers him no comfort or warmth.
As Louis heads to the door, his bare legs are victim to the cool air conditioner resonating throughout the room.
Louis places his small hand on the door knob and he takes a breath before he leaves the room he shares with Harry.
Louis takes the shaky steps down the hallway and he slowly makes his way down the stairs, the smell of food he knows Liam made, fills his nose.
When Louis reaches the bottom of the stairs he feels like crying. He's so full of different emotions, he's scared, guilty and nervous all at the same time.
Louis takes deep breaths and he slowly walks into the kitchen. Harry's back is to him as he sips from his coffee cup. Liam sees Louis and he smiles at him. "Good morning Lou." Liam says as he begins to serve Louis a plate.
