I know a lot of you were completely pissed that I cut Zayn off last chapter, but I promise the truth is very near. Like one or two chapters away. Lol anyway, enjoy!
Decided to post today because I just wanted to! Love you guys!
Chapter 37:
LOUIS
I woke up fully rested, feeling like everything was right in the world, then I heard Harry's deep morning voice talking into his phone. "Yes, mum. Okay. I'll see you guys soon enough. Take care." I heard him go silent and he set his phone down. I kept my eyes closed as I felt him shift under the covers and curl up into my side. I felt his small smile against the bare skin of my chest, and I just knew it wasn't a phone call that brought him sadness or stress. It felt like news he actually enjoyed.
I slowly opened my eyes, looking down at him as he began tracing little random patterns against my side, a small ticklish feeling being left wherever he touched. He was humming gently, and hearing him sound this happy was honestly a blessing. I never wanted him to feel anything but happiness.
I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him up so he was laying on my chest, hearing him give out a small yelp of surprise at my sudden movements. "Louis, you scared the hell out of me!" He scolded, but I knew he wasn't mad or anything. He was just surprised, which was understandable since he probably thought I was sleeping.
"Sorry about that, love." I apologized, pecking his lips. "What was the phone call about?" I asked, letting him know that I heard some of it. "It can't possibly be anything upsetting. You're too content for upsetting." I pointed out.
"My mum and dad's connecting flight got canceled. The weather there is bad, and they have to stay until it clears up. That means no drama for a while, I guess. At least I hope." He confessed, looking down at the sheet next to us where he was laying a few seconds ago.
"Good." I smiled, pulling him in for another small peck to his lips. They were so pink and vibrant, especially right when he woke up. "We can spend some more time together to just be ourselves. The us that nobody else sees- without the drama."
"I'd like that a lot." He said, smiling down at me before resting his head against my shoulder. "I missed this. Just spending time with you. Just being with you this way. You know, I use to think I imagined it all. After I was brought home, safe and sound, I felt like none of it was real. Like I made it all up- completely fooling myself and letting myself believe someone could actually love me. Because I was nothing." He said, and I tried to stop him to speak up.
"Harry, I-" He shook his head, another smile being felt against my skin as his finger traced circles onto my shoulder, the delicate touch making me shiver.
"I know." He began. "I know you love me. Trust me, I do. Even those times when I would tell myself you didn't, when I would think I wasn't enough, when I would question it all, I think I knew that deep down. That you always loved me. And I have no idea why, but I am so thankful for it." He said, a smile still on his face, but I felt wetness fall onto my shoulder, knowing he was crying.
"Harry," I breathed out, my hand rubbing his back lightly, fingers trailing up his spine lovingly as I continued. "I love you for so many reasons. You're the other half of me, and without you there is no me. You weren't the only one crying and being absolutely miserable for five years, sweetheart." I confessed, and Harry looked up at me with teary eyes. "I was nothing but numb and angry without you. Harry, you bring so much happiness and sunlight to my life. Because I know I've done bad things, but you gave me forgiveness and the love I've never had. And I love you so much. From your gorgeous eyes, your cute little nose, your glowing smile, your lovely lips. I love it all. How you always put others first, even if it hurts you, but I promise that I'm going to put you first. Always. You don't ever have to do anything for me because just being here, being you, and being happy is enough. I love you so much, love." I said, kissing him as he held onto my shoulders tightly.
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FanfictionSequel to Stockholm Syndrome Five years. It's been five years since Harry last saw Louis. Five years since he was kidnapped by Liam and Zayn. Five years since he's truly been happy. Now, Louis is finally being released from prison, and Harry doesn't...