Blind Love; Larry Stylinson

Chapter 17

Heyy guy!! ohmygod I'm SOO sorry! I went on vacation for three weeks and then I got MAJOR writers block;P so I decided to just post what I have of chapter 17! I hope to post the rest of it soon. So here is part 1 of Chapter 17!

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The next day; 6:35pm Louis' and Harry's flat

Louis' POV

This was the first time in a week and a half that we've had free time. Time to breath. And it's amazing. Harry and I were laying on the couch together cuddling up until about ten minutes ago when he had abruptly got up and ran to his room without giving me an explanation.

"Louis!" I heard him call. I sat up and yelled for him.

"Close your eyes!" his voice rang from his room.

"What? Why?" I yelled back in confusion.

"Just do it! Please? For me?" I couldn't deny his lovely voice. I slid my eyes closed.

"Okay, they're closed!" I called to him. 

I waited for something to happen, sitting still on the couch. His touch was felt on my forearm, a smile plastered on my face. He pulled me to my feet slowly grabbing both of my hands and walking backwards. 

"Harry?.. What are you doing? Can I open my eyes yet?" I questioned his mysteriousness. He muffled a giggle.

"No. Don't open them until I say. And heads up, I'm going to dress you, so don't get weirded out." he laughed a bit more. I wished that I could see how cute he must look right now, guiding me up the stair case to our bed room that we've shared since he got out of the wheelchair.

"It's only weird if you make it weird. Now tell me what we're doing. Pleeease?" he giggled some more before he spoke.

"Nope. It's a secret." I stopped and yanked my hands away from his and crossed my arms across my chest. My eyebrows were sewn together but my eyes remained closed. "A secret? I thought we told each other everything." 

I felt his warm touch grab my arms, uncross them and put them back at my sides. He then moved them, snaking them around my waste. I didn't stop him. I couldn't. I'm in love with him.

I could feel his hit breath reach my ear as he bent down slightly to my level. "Lou... BooBear, calm down. I meant surprise." I could feel the smirk that was on his face as he whispered into my ear with that soothing voice of his.

The tenseness throughout my body disappeared once those words fell from his lips. Good, he wasn't keeping anything from me.

His hands went back to my hands and we went the rest of the way to our room. Closing the door behind him, he lead me to the bed and sat me down on the edge.

"Put your arms up." he instructed. I did so and he went along and pulled my shirt off gently from the bottom. I could hear him drop it on the floor next to the bed. My eyes were still sealed shut as I heard him take a breath and drag his hands from my waist to my sweats.

Though I was still sitting down he pulled them down easily without saying anything. His touch caused goosebumps to rise on my legs. He didn't say anything. His touch left my legs once he had taken the fabric off my feet and set it in the ground.

"I could've gotten undressed by myself, just saying" I chuckled when I heard his breath hitch. "not that I'm complaining." I said sensually  He giggled before walking back over to my sitting figure that was only in boxer briefs and socks. 

My breath hitched in my throat and my arms that I was leaning back on  went a bit weak as he slowly put his right leg on one side of my body and his left and my other to where he was straddling me. I could feel the expensive fabric of his pants on my bare leg and I could tell he was wearing a blazer.

His light weight felt perfect on top of my sitting body and I couldn't help but smile when he took the blazer off and put his arms around my neck. 

My heart beat sped up, my cheeks flushed pink, and I leaned in rubbing our noses together. I could feel the smirk of the younger man as he nuzzled my neck before he moved up to my ear. His breath was hot against me as he whispered. 

"I know you could have..." he kissed my cheek, "But I wanted to undress you.." he nibbled a bit on my ear making my cheeks heat up more and my heart beat race further.

He slowly got up off of my lap after telling me to keep my eyes closed. I had to, Erm... Readjust a bit once he had gone to the closet so things wouldn't be to weird when he was putting pants on me.

Once I was fully clothed and could tell it was quite nice clothing, he led me back down the stairs. And after fumbling with the lock for a bit, and me teasing him for having trouble with it, we left our flat and got into the car.

It was around 8 o'clock when we finally arrived at our destination. The anxiousness  nervousness, excitement, and suspense all had decided to sit in my stomach making me feel a bit sick. Even though he had assured me several times that this wasn't bad and it should make me super happy, I still was nervous, but very excited.

He put a reassuring hand on my thigh and squeezed it, comforting me. He leant over to the passenger seat where I was sitting. "Almost there, keep them closed." he whispered. His sweet scent made my heart flutter as he left the car, closing the door securely behind him. He walked around the car, opened the door for me and began to guide me to wherever we were going. 

The sharp scent of salt washed over me, filling my nose stinging a bit from the strength of it. A lite breeze blew on my face and we started walking in the sand. 

The beach! We were at the beach! Why would we go here? "Harry.. What-"

"Shh, almost there" he cut me off before I could finish. I didn't mind really, I'm just very curious.

He led me a little further through the sand then stopped and stood me straight. I had almost peeked before he told me to wait a few more seconds. His grip released from my arms and he ran out somewhere in front of me.

After waiting in silence for a few moments I heard a soft "okay, you can open them now," I took a deep breath, smiled and opened them slowly.

A gasp escaped my lips. Harry, in a  very neat and expensive looking suit with a red bow tie and a perfect deep red rise in the pocket, was stood in front of a candle lit circular table covered with a dark blue table cloth that held tittey white plates and silver wear with delicious looking food. Two chairs were sat on opposite sides of the table.

The waves wear crashing up onto shore, the sky clear and black, showing all of the beautiful stars. The candles set on the table lit up the small area around showing that no one else was here. Romantic violin and piano classical music was quietly playing.

As I was taking all of this in in awe, mouth dropped slightly open, I crossed Harry's face. He had a gorgeous wide grin plastered on his perfect face. His hair was perfect, curly and natural without the quiff that Lou puts in it, just like I like it. I've never liked the quiff, his curls are so amazing and he knows how much I love them.

"Louis?.. BooBear, do you like it?" his voice rang in my ears, taking me away from my silent trance of happiness. I met his eyes once again. The green was a light shade making him look even more perfect. 

"Yes.. It's wonderful." I whispered, my voice cracking on the last syllable. I hadn't even realized I was crying until Harry was walking over and wiping a tear before it could travel all the way down my cheek.