It Will Rain (Larry Stylinson) {co-written with @Liz_Forever}

Chapter 9

My hands were like ice, my whole body frozen. No matter how many blankets or clothes I put on I couldn't get warm. It had begun snowing outside and food portions got smaller and smaller. Harry made me take half of his and whatever he could sneak away. He had lost some weight, but he refused to let me go hungry.

It had been three days since Harry was shot and his wound was finally starting to heal, but was still tender so I was careful when we huddled together at night. He had started wearing flannel plants to sleep in, but his chest remained bare. His skin was warm and gave off a pleasant smell. It wasn't a bad smell, and It wasn't like perfume, it was just him.

Liam had gotten us an extra blanket, but my body refused to retain heat. Harry held me close every night though, transferring some of his heat to me. We had stripped the blankets from his bed and moved them to mine, hoping for more warmth in the frigid air.

Zayn didn't say anything about our relationship, so I decided I liked him well enough. He was quiet, didn't say much, but he seemed nice enough.

Harry had been given two weeks to rest then he would tend to the horses until he was well enough to stand guard again. I was dreading it. I didn't want him to get hurt again. People don't get lucky twice.

We mostly just layed in bed, sharing lazy kisses and cuddling. I love yous were passed between us quietly throughout the days.

Harry had gotten a letter from his father saying his campaign would he invading a camp soon and Harry had worried he would get hurt, so I combed my fingers through his hair and told him everything would be okay.

Liam checked on Harry every other day and made sure I was putting the ointment on my bruised hip, which Harry offered to do most of the time.

He hummed out a tune agaisnt my shoulder, pulling me from my thoughts. I smiled fondly down at him and his eyes fluttered open as if he could sense me looking at him.

He smiled softly, before wiggling his toes, probably trying to restore feeling in them. I rolled on top of him, kissing his rough lips gently. They were cracked and I could taste traces of blood, but it didn't stop me from parting his lips with my tongue.

His hands slipped under my shirt, roaming my back. I moaned quietly, feeling my belly tingle.

I lowered my head to press light kisses to his neck and collarbones, biting the skin in in a few places.

"Lou?" Harry murmered. I looked up from where I was sucking on a patch of skin and met his eyes.

One look at his face and I knew what he  wanted. I kissed down his chest and trailed sloppy wet kisses down his stomach, then  tugged at the dark hair peeking out of his pants with my teeth. He moaned, clutching my hair in one hand and his pillow in the other.

I pulled his pants down just enough to free his dick and I kissed the short stretch of skin on his thighs. He whined, turning his face into his pillow to muffle the sounds coming out of his mouth.

I kissed the base of his dick and continued up until I got to the head. I kissed there too before wrapping my lips around him.

I had given him a blow job only once before, so there was a lot of testing and teasing to do. I wanted to find out all of his quirks.

The first time we had gotten intimate was on on a particularly cold night. I had unknowingly slotted my thigh between Harry's legs and had been moving in my sleep, creating friction on his lower areas.

The poor boy didn't even wake me up, claiming that I needed to rest. I eventually woke up and proceeded to suck him off, which made me hard as well, so he returned the favor.