Don't Let Me Go.

Chapter 9.

"Fucking shit." Harry yells as I hear bowls and plates fall to the floor. I jump at the sound and run down stairs as fast as I can.

"What happened!" I look down to see broken glass here and there.

"Damn it Harry are you okay? Fuck." I bend down to grab pieces of the sharp objects as I watch him help as well. Not only did he scared the living hell out of me but it was my first time hearing those kind of words escaping his mouth.

"Shit." Blood starts to drip on my fingers and fuck it hurts. The cut throws out more blood and I finish disappearing glass on the damn floor before cleaning the hot blood flowing down my hand.

"Oh my god Louis." Harry starts to panic once he sees the red liquid form more and more.

"I'm fine." I head over to the sink adding cold water and the sting rises but falls when it gets numb.

"I'm so sorry Lou." He runs in every kitchen cabinet nearby looking for what seems the first aid kit. He bites the tip of a bandaid and heads over back to me. He grabs a napkin on his way and I'm almost thinking he might fall and trip by the speed he is in.

"Here." He takes my hand, drying them with the napkin and I don't move, I just watch. The bandaid sticks to my middle then another on my index, feeling the pressure stay still on its place.

"How the hell did you drop the plates?" The kitchen cabinets isn't too short nor too tall so I have no clue how he can drop it.

"I reached up and my fucking elbow pushed them out." He explains.

"What has gotten into you."

"What do you mean?" His eyebrows narrow down in confusion.

"You saying all these fucked up words I've never once heard come out of that mouth." I point my fucked up index finger at his mouth but then is pulled back down by his much larger hand.

"Now now Lou, just because these pass few days you felt like you can name every little thing about me doesn't mean I don't say fucked up shit like you do." My jaw feels like its touching the floor by now and I'm clueless and damn speechless.

"Thanks for teaching me Mr.Tomlinson" He winks putting quotation marks with his fingers on my last name.

"Be a good student now Styles." I pull his body towards me and he looks up at me. He places my glasses a bit higher on my nose and I remove the small curls blocking his forehead.

"But I like to break the rules." He whispers.

"Then I guess you need a little time out now huh" My lips is about to meet his but we jump when we are interrupted to a sleepy Niall.

"Morning guys." His voice is scratchy as he yawns and stretches his arms out.

"Morning Niall." Harry coughs, tensing up a bit.

"Morning chaps. Big day today ehh?" We nod in agreement.

"I'm heading back upstairs..." I looked towards Harry.

"If you need anything I'll be in the bedroom." And with that, I'm out of his sight.

I turn the shower on, turning the knob from cold to hot. The steam starts to come up and the mirror is already foggy. I strip off my sweats and shirt and take off my glasses. I'm half naked now and the only thing on is my boxer.

"Fuck Harry!!" I jump when the door swings open and in view is his half naked body as well. My hand is placed on my heart feeling it pump so fast.

"Did you not hear the shower running or something?"