your touch my comfort

Chapter 6

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❝ This is not the right time
for you to fall in love with me ❞

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Harry's POV

I try to run after Louis inside, but Zayn told me to let him cool off so I decided to settle down in the room that Louis pointed at me during our little tour, it's across from Niall but much fancier because of the porch that offers the breathtaking view of the ocean.

I tossed all my clothes from my backpack towards the bed, I'm going to fold it neatly since I'm feeling bored then place it in Louis' unused cabinet, everything is fancy in this room from the thick gray curtain down to this smooth circular carpet under the couch, this room is so homey and the calming sound of the waves is a bonus to the relaxation and peacefulness this whole house has, If I'm one of Louis' family member, I would never leave this house.

I walked outside the balcony and lean forward towards the railing to let the cold breeze of air hits my whole body properly, I shiver but stays like that because I'm enjoying the view and the goose bumps on my arm.

"Aren't you cold?" I jump at the voice and felt my knees weaken for a split second. Shit.

"You scared the shit out of me!" I glared at Louis, he's standing on the other side of the balcony that much larger than mine, he's wearing a grey sweatshirt and a jogging pants, god he looks so fluffy and cute and smooth and small, I need to stop myself from jumping towards him and cuddle the shit out of him, I gulped because he's staring back at me, more like he's observing my whole being.

"What?" I asked trying to break his eyes from his stares that's starting to lower in places where it shouldn't be.

"Aren't you cold with that shirt?" He takes a seat in a swing that looks like a sofa with pillows on it then he started pushing his self softly.

"I'am, I just forgot to bring a sweater or a jacket with me "

"It's almost December Harry, it's like an instinct to bring a sweater with you everywhere", aren't you from England?" If I don't fancy him I would've replied to him with something sarcastic.

"Yeah, I just assume that it'll be warmer here because it's a beach" obviously.

"Well here, borrow this" he takes of the sweatshirt his wearing then tosses it to me, I caught it with my left hands "How about you?" I asks, he's wearing a plain white shirt that showcase his small biceps.

His baby biceps.

Gosh where did I get that 'baby biceps' ?

"I should get a life." I mumble

"What?" asked Louis.

"Nothing, thanks for this." I wore his sweatshirt that fits my body just fine except the length because it shows a small part of my tummy, but seriously who I 'am to complain? I'm wearing one of his shirts that happens to still have the warm of his body and the strong rich and manly scent that I'm savoring at this moment so I can make it last for as long as I live.

"Hey can you jump over here?" I looked down on the space between the two balconies and gulped, nothing but sand that's like 15 feet away from us. Before I can analyze the gap of our balcony from each other I already sling my feet outside the railing of mine, then grip on the railings of Louis' then I lift my other leg to make it easier for me to cling on Louis' balcony railings.

"You can do it faster, Harry" Louis says sitting pretty while watching me risk my life as I struggle to get close to him, damn, that would make a cool song lyrics. I mentally rolled my eyes at myself.