Recover

Chapter 9

-Harry's POV- 

I wake up with Louis lying ontop of me, and it is a pleasant surprise. It has only been two days alone in the house, and we've already made so much progress. Louis remembering my nickname has been the best thing to happen to me in the past few weeks. 

He frowns but remains asleep as I remove myself from beneath him. I enter the kitchen and try to put together something for us to eat. I find some frozen pizza, and as I am preheating the oven I hear the tap of Louis' crutches enter the kitchen. 

"After dinner, could you help me take a shower with this thing?" He asks, referencing to the cast on his leg.

"Of course."

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Louis is in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, looking simply delicious, as I tie a plastic bag around his cast. 

"Are you sure you are going to be okay?" I ask him.

I am turned around now, and he is stripping off his remaining garments before stepping into the bathtub under the showerhead. 

"Yeah, I should be fine woAH-" he slips and falls, hissing as pain shoots through his bum and hot water hits the remaining cuts on his skin from the accident. 

"Louis!" I am at his side immediately, pushing back the curtain. "Let me help you." I offer out my hand to him.

He remains frozen and with his pure blue eyes looking up at me in silence. His hands move to cover himself, and his cheeks redden. I don't understand what's wrong until I remember, Louis being completely naked infront of me isn't supposed to be casual anymore. 

"Just let me help you." It almost comes out as a whisper now. I need to remember to be gentle with him, and not let him notice the way my cheeks flush too as I really do look at his body now, and remember how much I miss it's perfection. 

He allows me to stand him up, but he still shys away from my touch.

"I'll leave you alone now, but I'll be right outside the door if you need anything," I tell him. 

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About 15 minutes later, Louis emerges from the steamy bathroom with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips. I bite my lip at the sight. 

He pays no attention to me and walks straight to the closet to retrieve some pajamas. To my disapointment, he puts them on in silence and I decide that I should probably go change too. Christ, this is killing me. I disapear into the bathroom and when I get out, Louis is already under the covers in the bed. I turn to the door to leave, but his voice stops me.

"Stay with me?" is all he says, and I am so grateful to hear the words leave his lips. 

I get into bed next to him, but I am careful not to get too close. Then, I feel him tug on my arm, urging me to come closer. 

"I heard the way you were screaming last night. Was it a bad dream?"

Oh. I hoped he couldn't hear me.

"Erm, yeah. I've been having horrible nightmares since your accident. I was so close to loosing you once, and every night I'm away from you my dreams are filled with you in deadly situations and I can't do anything but watch." My voice cracks at the end. 

He holds me tighter, "Don't worry. I'll never leave you again." 

"I love you, Louis. I love you so, so, so much. More than you know."

"No, I do know. I can see it in you Harry and I can feel it inside of me. Everything is jumbled up in my head but the only thing that is clear to me, that I know for sure, is that I am meant to be with you. But I'm not sure if I am ready to love you just yet." 

"That's more than I could ever ask from you right now." It comes out quiet, emotion thick in my throat. 

I plant small kisses in his hair and feel him relax into my touch. We are silent for a few moments, but it is a good silence. We are just absorbing all of the events of today and each others' company.

Louis breaks it by asking, "Can you sing to me?"

"Sure, this is a song I wrote by myself, just for you." I take a deep breath before starting.

 Now you were standing there right in front of me

I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

I never noticed how bright they would be

 

I saw in the corner there is a photograph

No doubt in my mind it's a picture of you

It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass

This bed was never made for two

 

I'll keep my eyes wide open

I'll keep my arms wide open

 

Don't let me

Don't let me

Don't let me go

'Cause I'm tired of feeling alone

I finish the end of the first chorus, and Louis is sound asleep. He looks like an angel, my little angel. I thank God one more time for him, and drift peacefull into my own sleep for the first time in what feels like forever. 

A/N: Just a little shorter chapter, but with a lot of important stuff :) I hope you're enjoying the story so far!