devotion ➶ larry

twenty two

Smut warning

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Harry went back home a week and a half later. Louis was beyond elated, having not been there since Liam brought him to get some clothes so he could stay with him. Louis was giddy, pulling Harry into the house, softly, trying to remember about his injuries.

He was still very weak and he couldn't move without breaking a sweat and collapsing on the nearest thing to him.

When they entered the flat, Harry was breathing through his nose, jaw clenched. He stumbled towards the couch and plopped down quickly.

"Are you okay? Do you need water? Food?" Louis asks with a worried expression. Harry goes to shake his head but then the pain in his chest becomes more prominent.

"C–Can you get me the bag in the car? The one the doctor gave us?" Harry asks, but breathless. Louis nods sharply and runs out of the flat, his tail trailing behind him.

He comes back in seconds later, with a black bag in his hands. He hands it over to Harry and runs to get a glass of water. He saunters into the living room with the glass, smiling shyly.

"Does it hurt?" He asks, pointing to his chest.

"Sometimes, doll." Harry answers as he gets some pain medication from the bag. He takes it grimly and leans against the couch, sighing deeply.

"Is there anything I can do?" Louis asks, "Oh! I can kiss it better!"

Harry groans at how absolutely innocent he is. He laughs quietly before shaking his head slowly.

"I'm sorry, lovely. Come 'ere." Harry whispers and the small boy moves to sit on his lap, careful not to lean on him too much.

"Yes, daddy?" Louis asks and Harry knows he means well, that he doesn't really mean to sound so sexual but Harry closes his eyes, reminiscing the words.

"I just...been a long time since we've been alone. Miss you." He says unashamedly, leaning their foreheads together. Louis seems content on just staying like that, tail flicking on Harry's lap slowly.

Harry wouldn't move from this position if he had a choice. He just loved being in Louis' presence, being around him, with him. He wouldn't have it any other way.

"Y–You still like me? Even after what happened? After—"

"Yes, baby. I love you. Probably more than before. I mean, I'd obviously take a bullet for you, if I haven't made that clear earlier on." Harry chuckles lightly, trying to make light of the situation. Louis gives him a tight smile, eyes becoming watery.

"I–I never...want to see you get hurt a–again." He whispers, shutting his eyes tightly. Harry frowns and shakes his head, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy, kissing the top of his head softly.

"Don't worry doll. It won't happen."

"W–What if he comes back?" Louis asks, muffled by Harry's neck.

"He won't. He's been put away, princess. He won't bother us for a long time." Harry explains and Louis seems to relax quite a bit, shoulders sagging.

Harry lifts his hands up to Louis' face, pushing his chin up softly until he's looking at him, cerulean eyes staring back at him. He doesn't say anything, just looks at him for a moment before leaning in and planting a small kiss on his lips.

Louis sighs and wraps arms around Harry, fingers digging into his shoulders, kissing him feverishly. When they pull away their both panting and for a moment, the pain in Harry's chest is momentarily forgotten.