Maybe He Gives Me More

This was it

     Harry's POV
    After Louis had realized the barrel was empty, there was no words exchanged but a silent agreement that it was time to go to bed. It had been eight hours and I could feel Louis's eyelashes begin to flutter against my cheeks, he would be awake soon.
     No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find it in me to close my eyes for more than twenty minutes. My mind was a beehive of misconceptions and questions about what had happened with Luke. Nothing added up.
    Would I really have to have sex with clients now? Blow jobs I could do. They were impersonal. Easy. Children's play compared to what Ashton said sex put him through. The one time I had to have sex with a client, I couldn't  breathe for months. Every thought in my head would be crossed with the image of him not asking me if it was okay. Of him not letting me say no, and his hand gripping my throat. Of him.
       Ashton was made for this business, he didn't pay mind to who was inside him and was so incredibly articulate with his limits. That's why when Luke beat him it fucked everything I knew. Everything I thought I understood was gone, and I knew pulling a Glock 17 on Micheal was stupid but something inside me couldn't stop.
      "Baby?" A voice peaked from beneath the sheets, hot breath pressing against my bare chest. I rubbed my hands through Louis's sleep ridden hair. "Yeah?" I whispered.
     He raised his hands and wrapped them around my shoulders, looking up at me through long eyelashes. "Are you okay?" I swear nothing sounded sweeter than his voice. His eyes drooped and even if in my heart I realized he deserved betted than me, I couldn't stop myself from feeling myself fall for him.
     In every sense of the phrase I felt myself become alive with him. I had never believed in soulmates; but when I said his name it was almost like nothing but the way the vowels felt on my tongue mattered. I was being stupid. I knew it. Everyone knew it. But I didn't care.
     Louis didn't realize the monster he had been with, I knew by the way he looked at me I had wrapped his delicacy around my finger and he was the prettiest ring I would ever own. He would never realize that no matter how safe to drink Louis may have thought I was, I was poison made to clear everything in its path. He was wishing for cherry blossom kisses and I was only trying to get by. I was nothing compared to him.
     "I'm okay. Just a lot on my mind." I didn't have the heart to tell him everything. Not after the stunt I pulled on his cousin. He smiled up at me and moved so he was straddling me. The sight of his body in such a vulnerable position was so intoxicatingly beautiful it was almost as if every problem went away. Almost.
      "I think I have a way to take things off your mind.." Louis began to kiss down my neck and bite in certain places. I writhed at his touch and his lips started to caress further and further.
    His tongue traveled to the line and of my boxers and lingered. He glanced up at me and the same look of adoration was in his eyes. This was it. This was the love of my life.