His Love L.Tomlinson

32. Welcome Home

32. Welcome Home

I felt incredibly weak when my eyelids finally decided to open. It took quite a bit of strength just to open them. The second they finally opened, I was stuck staring around my bedroom. I've actually been awake for hours, but my body wouldn't let me prove it.

I was stuck hearing people's conversations without being able to speak at all. I could hear Louis' angry voice fill my ears a couple hours ago.

"You bit my fucking girlfriend?" Louis growled angrily. "Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"

"No, I knew you would." Harry replied a little after the question. "I was hungry."

"And that gave you the right to sink your teeth into her fucking neck? I swear I will kill you!"

I tried to move. I tried to tell Louis that it was my idea. That I insisted he do so. I wanted him to so no one would have to die. I saved someone's life. Louis should understand that.

"You have every right to be mad-"

"Believe me, I know that!" Louis' voice was laced with so much anger and hatred. If only I could see them or be able to speak. "You marked my fucking girlfriend! You persuade me to move on and then you do this? You sick son of a bitch."

"Louis, that is not what hap-"

"Did Niall put you up to this?"

"What? No! I haven't spoken to Niall since he and Cameron left! You know that!" Harry exclaimed. I could hear the anger in his voice.

Why were they fighting? It was nothing serious.

"Then why did you bite her?" he asked, his voice a lot more calmer. "The only woman I was able to love after Emily and you sink your teeth into her neck."

"Would you rather Niall than me?" Harry asked.

The room then grew silent and I was stuck listening to the birds outside my window. The tension was unmistakable. Louis was undeniably angry and I just wanted to sit up and hug him, and kiss him, and tell him everything was okay and that I was fine.

They didn't say anything, and for a second I thought they had left, but I could still sense they were there. The silence is what was killing me the most. Although, it was finally broken by Louis. "Either way, I thought you were my brother for life. You proved me wrong."

"Would someone mind helping me out here!" I yelled after growing tired of sitting alone, staring at the ceiling. "I kind of need help here!" I exclaimed. Suddenly, my bedroom door opened and Harry appeared in the doorway. "Why can't I move?" I grumbled.

He shut the door and walked over to me, sitting on the bed. "Your body is weak from the blood loss," he explained, sitting down next to me. "You're going to need to heal properly."

I lied in the bed, staring at the ceiling. "What do you mean heal properly? Is there an improper way to heal?"

"You're very inquisitive and to answer your question, you need a vampire's blood to heal your wounds and whatnot." The way he spoke. The way he was looking at me. The way he was sitting. He wasn't comfortable. He wasn't feeling it at the moment. I tried to sit up and look at the boy, but I was far too weak to do so. I just couldn't find it in me to move a muscle so I just stopped trying.

"Harry are you okay? You seem a bit tense," I pointed out quietly.

Instead of responding, he rose his wrist to his face, piercing the skin with his canines. I lied here, wondering what he was doing and why he was doing it. When he pulled his wrist away he brought to my face, close to my mouth. I looked at him worriedly before taking his wrist into my mouth. His blood tasted sweet and full of sugar. As the blood entered my mouth and ran down my tongue, I could feel my body become replenished and it felt great.