Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12:

Harry's POV

*the next day*

I wake up to the sound of Louis' steady heartbeat and a soft smile makes it's way across my face.

I tilt my head up slightly and just stare at his sleeping face. He's so peaceful when he sleeps.

I love it. And I love him.

I know I do. I never thought I would love anyone until I met Louis. He treats me like no one else does.

He treats me like a real person. That's more than I could ever ask for from someone.

He makes me happier than I ever imagined I could be.

"Harry... You're staring."

I snap out of my daze and blush when I see Louis looking at me with a sleepy and amused expression on his face.

"Sorry... I can't help it." I admit and kiss his cheek.

He grins and nuzzles his face in my neck, curling up with me. I wince when he touches my ribs and he instantly pulls away.

"Sorry baby.." He mumbles then sits up slowly, carefully maneuvering me in his lap.

"It's okay."

He smiles then stands up, detaching me from everything and carrying me out of the hospital. Since my condition is stable, I am allowed to leave but I need to refrain from a lot of physical activity because of my ribs.

Louis carries me bridal style and I just go with it, nuzzling my face in his neck and sighing blissfully. "You're so warm.." I whisper and press a gentle kiss to his neck.

I've never been this touchy and intimate with him before. And frankly, I'm really glad I'm starting to be. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. And the best thing that ever will happen to me.

His chest vibrates from his deep chuckle and he just continues carrying me home. "I'm glad. I love holding you in my arms."

I look up at him then I put a hand on his cheek, slowly pulling him down and connecting our lips.

The kiss is slow and gentle. It takes a moment for him to respond but when he does, sparks erupt in my stomach and I feel warm all over.

His lips are so soft and warm against mine. We move in perfect sync like two puzzle pieces that have finally connected.

I whimper when he pulls away then look up at him. I can tell he didn't want to pull away.

"That... Was amazing."

A grin crosses my face and I peck his lips lightly.

"Couldn't agree more.." I mumble then look around as he leads us to our room and lays me down on the bed.

"Don't leave me..." I whisper and tug him down with me. He chuckles and lays down, playing with my curls.

"I love you so much Harry.." He says, lacing my fingers with his on his free hand.

We just lay there cuddling for hours until my stomach decides to make its appearance and grumbles loudly.

Louis laughs then kisses me quickly, standing up and smiling.

"I'll order us a pizza." I nod in agreement and grin widely. "Yay!" I exclaim and sit up a bit, being careful of my ribs.

We spend the rest of the evening talking about everything and nothing, sharing soft kisses, and eating pizza.

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The next morning I'm woken up by Louis' lips brushing against my scars on my arms.

My eyes flutter open and I watch as Louis holds my arm, pressing lingering kisses to each scar as if they will heal by his touch.

I don't say anything.

I watch as he trails his lips up both of my arms before going to my neck, kissing and sucking lightly causing a soft moan to escape my lips.

"Mmmm.... Boo...." I mumble as he removes my shirt. He kisses each of my new bruises then proceeds to kiss along my scars without a word.

He's only in boxers and I was in a shirt and boxers. But since he removed my shirt, we are now both in only boxers.

"You are so beautiful... I don't care what people say. Your scars are a sign of strength. You survived all these... You're so brave.." Kiss. "And strong.." Kiss.

Each kiss gets higher up my chest as he continues, my blush heating my cheeks.

"So gorgeous..." Kiss. Now at my jaw. "And all mine..." And with that, he crashes his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

My hands fly up and tangle in his hair, pressing his body to mine and kissing back. This kiss is slow and passionate, our feelings pouring out through this kiss.

It's so much different from the first gentle kiss we shared. This one is full of passion and need. Our bodies calling out for each other. Our hearts rejoicing and so full of love.

I have never felt more connected with someone than I do now with Louis as we share this intimate moment.

"Lou... Make love to me. Please." I beg, pulling away slightly.

"Are you sure baby? It hurts a bit..." I nod then pull his lips back to mine. I want this intimacy with him.

And I got that. We made love that morning.

And it was indescribably amazing.

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Louis' POV

I can't believe it.

Harry and I made love.

We gave ourselves to each other. He opened up to me in every way possible now both physically and emotionally.

I love how he called it making love instead of having sex. It made me feel special and wanted and well... Loved.

He makes me feel complete. That is all I could ask for.

I never knew my life would change so much just from one stressful day at work leading to me finding a boy in an alley.

I would've never thought that boy would be the love of my life.

Now Harry and I are eating breakfast in bed, wearing our boxers again.

"You're so adorable." I tease when he gets some butter from his toast on his nose.

"Am not.." He mutters, grinning sheepishly. I smirk and set our plates aside, standing up then getting some water.

"Say you are or this goes on you." I warn grinning evilly.

"You wouldn't dare." He challenges.

Haha.

Wrong move Styles.

*LARRY SMUTTTTTT! SORRY IT WAS SHORT BUT IM REALLY TIRED SO IM GONNA SLEEP NOW! GOODNIGHTTTTTTTT*