Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

LOUIS' POV

I don't know what possessed me to let Harry calm me down like he just did. But the second he touched me, I instantly felt better. When he pulled me into his arms, I felt like maybe, for just a second, all our problems have vanished. It was only me and him, and nothing else in this world mattered. It may be crazy, but I actually have missed him. I'm no longer scared of him like I was. As soon as he began humming in my ear to calm me down just like he used to, I knew he would never hurt me. Not physically, anyway.

I cleaned the last dirty dish and splashed my face with warm water. These past three days have been so exhausting. I haven't gotten any sleep at all, and it's really starting to take a toll on me. I don't wanna say that it's because Harry hasn't been sleeping with me, but I know that's the reason. It just feels so empty and lonely without Harry sleeping next to me, his body pressed up to mine. I miss his warmth- the bed is so cold without him. I will never forgive him for what he did, but our relationship will never grow if I don't accept his apology. I can't be without him and I now know that. I tried to be strong and tell Chloe about my feelings for Harry, because I just couldn't tell him. I was so crushed over what Harry did to me and the boy, I couldn't look him in the eye without wanting to kill him. And now we have an interview tomorrow and I have no idea what Harry should do. He obviously has to go, but what if he gets caught? What if he has to spend the next couple years of his life in prison? I can't be without him for that long, I just can't.

"Louis?" Harry called to me, "are you okay?"

I was snapped out of my thoughts and I directed my attention to the
boy I love, "Uh, yeah, why?"

"You're being quiet,"

"Just thinking, that's all."

I heard the Harry get up off the couch. "Could I come talk to you?"

"There's nothing to talk about, Harry,"

"You're obviously upset about something," he told me as he entered the kitchen.

He walked over to me, a weak smile on his lips. He pulled the bottom of his shirt up slightly, scratching his stomach. He momentarily exposed his perfectly sculpted v-lines, but quickly pulled his shirt down before I could look at them as long as I wanted to.

"I'm fine, I swear," I gulped.

He shook his head, not believing me. "You're upset at me again, aren't you?"

"When haven't I been upset at you?" I laughed.

He chuckled back and shrugged. "I guess you're right,"

Harry came right next to me, his elbows resting on the counter next to him.

"I'm scared, Harry,"

His eyebrows creased. "About what?"

"The interview, lying about my relationship with Chloe, you,"

"Don't be scared of me, Lou," his voice softened.

"I'm not scared of you anymore. I'm scared of what's going to happen to you if someone figures out it was you who hurt that boy,"

"Oh, in that case, me too. That's why I'm not going to the interview."

"We've already had this discussion, Harry!" I yelled at him a little louder than intended, "You have no choice! You have to go. I don't want to face talking about Chloe alone and it won't be the same without you,"

"Louis-"

"Please Harry," I cut him off, "I love you so much and I can't do this alone,"

His mouth fell open, his arms moving off the counter. "You love me? After everything I did to you? You still do?"

I nodded, tears rimming my eyes. Hope flashed over his face and it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love this boy and I always will.

"More than anything,"

He smiled and pulled me towards him by my hips. Just as soon as I was about to kiss him, his lips met my ear. "I love you more,"

Our lips met soon after, both of us knowing just what to do. My hands moved up to his curly hair and tugged at the root, exactly what he loves. His large hands found their way to my jaw, his thumb gently running across my flushed cheek. His cold rings pressed against my skin, making me cover in goosebumps. He pulled me closer to him, his hands leaving my cheeks. They were placed under my butt, and before I could stop him, he was lifting me up and onto the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he slightly pulled away from the kiss.

He nuzzled into my chest and I laughed as he pressed a small kiss to my neck.

"I've missed this so much," he cooed.

"Me too," I agreed, "more than you could ever imagine,"

-

"Wear this," I told Harry as I chucked a red flannel shirt at him.

He asked me to help him dress for the interview today, and I have no clue what to do. I need to make him look a little less like the usual Harry, but we own nothing to do that.

"Flannel? You have to be kidding me," he cringed.

"Harry, for God's sake, just wear something!"

He grunted and went into my room and I followed him closely behind.

He pulled out an old basketball hat my dad gave me when I was younger and slapped it on his head. He then took my ugliest sweat pants and put them on, along with a green polo I've had for ages. He looked absolutely terrible, but nothing like Harry so I guess that's what we're going for.

"So, is this good?"

I nodded my head, trying my best not to laugh at how bad he looked, "Yup, amazing."

"Good. Would you still kiss me in this?"

"No chance at all," I scoffed as I walked out of the room.

"Oh come on! I look hot!" Harry called as he followed me.

"Not in that hat and those pants," I laughed, pointing at his outfit choices.

"Would you rather me go to prison?" He snapped.

I sighed and gently hit his arm. "I was kidding love, you look great," I paused, "I guess,"

My phone rang and I ran to the living room to grab it. It's Niall.

"We'll be there soon to pick you up," He mumbled before I could even say hello.

"Harry's coming too, Niall,"

"I thought he wasn't," he grunted.

"Don't you fucking dare, Niall. He's part of this band too and we need to stick together and get through this."

"So I'm assuming you forgave that asshole?"

I flinched at his harsh words towards my boyfriend. "You call him that one more time and i'm gonna punch you so hard even Harry will be jealous."

Harry laughed quietly beside me.

Niall sighed, "just don't expect me or the other boys to talk to him,"

"Don't talk to me either, I don't wanna hear what you have to say and me or my boyfriend," I spoke before hanging up.

I angrily threw my phone onto the ground across the room and placed my head in my hands.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked me, pulling me into his hug.

"Everything and everyone. They're on their way and they're mad at both of us now,"

Harry placed a small kiss on my forehead, "this is all my fault,"

"Kinda," I agreed.

"I love you," he said, ignoring my comment.

"I love you too. Now let's just get through this with minimum fighting with them please,"