Kiss It Better

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

"Ni." Harry called to him by the door of the coffee shop, his thumb stroking the back of Louis' hand reassuringly. "We're heading back to the hotel, if you wanna come."

"Nah. I'm good. I think I'll hang out here for a while." He said, the blush on Emma's cheek going unnoticed by him, but not Harry and Louis. "Just text me the address of the hotel, yeah? I'll find it."

"If you're sure."

"I'm sure." He said, gesturing towards Emma not so subtly with his head, causing her blush to deepen.

Harry laughed and exited the shop, pulling Louis with him. He hailed a taxi and climbed inside, leaning against the seat while Louis told the driver the address of the hotel.

"Hey. You okay?" Harry asked, squeezing his hand.

Louis shrugged silently, leaning into Harry as the taller boy wrapped his arm around him.

"I missed you." He said honestly.

"I missed you too, Louis. So much." Harry said, pressing a soft kiss onto his temple. "You can't do that to me ever again."

Louis shrunk back slightly. "Have.. Have you spoken to my mum?"

"I told her I thought I knew where you were." Harry confessed. "She's really worried about you."

He huffed frustratedly. "She shouldn't be. I changed my voice mail to let everyone know I was fine-"

"Oh and that just helped so much." Harry snapped sarcastically.

They sat in silence for a bit before Harry sighed. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve to be talked to like that. It's my fault, anyways."

"No it's not. Harry, it's not." He pleaded with him.

"It is though. I wasn't there for you like I was supposed to be."

"I'm the one who left."

"I'm the reason you left. If I'd just stayed with you like I should have none of this would have happened." Harry argued.

"You had- have a reason to be mad. I kept a lot of things from you."

"That's not your fault, Lou. You're sick, you have an eating disorder. Of course you're going to try to hide it. I should have noticed." He says, paying the taxi driver before linking their fingers together, kissing the back of the smaller boy's hand and pulling him inside the hotel.

They walked in a comfortable silence to the room and with shaky hands, Lou unlocked the door.

He started to open it before he paused. "Haz. I really. I don't want you to be mad."

"I can't promise that I won't be." Harry confessed. "But I won't be angry at you, that I can promise."

Lou smiled softly and sighed before pushing the door the rest of the way open.

Harry felt his heart drop once he saw the room. There was cheap, disposable razors everywhere and blood stained tissues. "Oh, Lou."

"I-it helps." He tried to defend himself as Harry grabbed him by the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him closer.

"Not in the long run." He reminded, burying his face and kissing softly at his neck.

"I didn't necessarily think that there was going to be a long run." Louis admitted, closing his eyes and running his fingers through Harry's curly hair.

Harry inhaled sharply and pulled back. "Don't talk like that."

Lou shrunk back slightly. "It's true."

"No." He denied angrily before connecting their lips in a fierce kiss, biting and sucking on Louis lips and swallowing the moans he lets out.

"Harry." Louis begged in between a searing kiss. "Stop." He shoved both weakly and futilely at his chest.

Harry ignored him, pushing him against the wall and biting on his lip once more.

"Harry." He gasped out as Harry sucked on his jaw. "Stop, please."

Harry sucked one last mark into his neck before pulling away and admiring Lou's kiss bruised lips. "Why? Don't you want me too?"

"You know I do. It's just, I.."

"It's a lot?" Harry guessed.

Louis nodded weakly.

"You need to start believing in me more, babe. You're beautiful and I love you and I. I need you. I need you to trust me, but most of all I just need you." Harry pleaded desperately. "Please, Louis. Let me make love to you."

"I-" Louis eyes began to water. "Okay." He said before allowing Harry to kiss him once more before carrying him to the bed. "Okay."

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The next morning, Harry smiled gently as Louis huffed softly, nuzzling into his neck. He ran his fingers up and down his back, resisting the urge to cry when he realizes he could feel the knots of his spine.

He pressed a soft kiss to his messy fringe, sighing almost dreamily as he remembered, images of Louis moaning deliciously beneath him, digging his nails into his back and nearly screaming his name as Harry told him how beautiful he looks, how sexy he is and how much he loves him.

He continued watching Louis sleep, watching the way his ribs would rise and fall, wincing at how many bones and scars you could see.

He felt so guilty for not noticing. He'd thought that it was just the contract getting to him, that once Eleanor was gone he'd be back to himself. To the Louis that he fell in love with.

He didn't do a good enough job showing how much he loves him, how much he means to him and everyone else. It breaks his heart to even think that Louis feels that he's worthless.

Harry was broken from his reverie by Louis stirring slightly, rolling on to his back and stretching, smiling softly as he realized that Harry really was here. He was suddenly pulled back into reality and scrambled to grab the sheets to cover his disgusting body.

"Hey now, beautiful." Harry cooed, "There's so need for that. I've seen-"

"How can you still call me that?" Louis asks tearfully. "After you've seen everything? Why aren't you-"

"Shh." Harry shushed him, pulling him closer, ignoring his attempts to squirm away. "You're beautiful, Louis. Every thing about you is. Your face, your body but most importantly, your personality. That's what made me fall in love with you."

"Harry." Louis whined tearfully.

"C'mere, sweetheart." He stroked the smaller boys hair as he buried his wet face into his neck.

"I love you." Was the only thing Harry could think to say as Louis cried softly into his neck. He kept wishing desperately to take away any of the pain he was feeling. He wanted Louis to get better, the problem was he had no idea where to even start.

A/N: Sorry this took so long and is so short. It's been a difficult week and this is only like half of what I wanted to happen in this chapter, but. I wanted to get it up for you guys. But now we are officially half way done with this story! Sad days, huh? But who knows? I might make a sequel. :)