Mess

25.

"I made some hot cocoa for you," Harry said softly, interrupting the quiet atmosphere that Louis had gotten used to. The only sounds he had listened to for the past five minutes were the crackling of the fire, which had been coming from the fireplace in front of him.

He fixed his gaze on Harry, who was walking slowly into the living room with a big cup in his hands. His emerald eyes were shining, and his soft lips were curved into a sweet smile as he set the warm cup down on the coffee table. His hands were big, even his one hand was wrapped fully around that big cup, and Louis found it a bit hard to not keep his eyes away from his red lips.

Beautiful.

Harry looked at him as he sat down on the sofa next to him, a little bit of worry showing through his green eyes. Louis blushed when his boyfriend moved even closer, almost embarrassed at their proximity when they had been this close so many times it was impossible to keep count. Harry noticed as well, and took it as a bad sign, when really it was because Louis wanted to attack his lips with kisses.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked for the millionth time, studying his face while running his fingers through Louis' hair. "Please, tell me the truth, so I can know how you feel."

Louis nodded as he squeezed his eyes shut, wanting badly to forget the whole situation. He didn't want to think about it. The worst was that he still felt that disgusting man's hands on his body, and he didn't want to anymore. He wanted to feel Harry's hands, his soft hands all over his body and his sweet mouth kissing him everywhere. He just wanted Harry to take care of him.

"Darling, none of this is your fault," Harry began, tenderly stroking his boyfriend's cheekbones with his thumbs. Louis gulped, knowing there were tears threatening to fall from his eyes. "He is a disgusting human being, and honestly, I wanted to fucking kill him when I saw what he did to you."

"Baby," Louis was gazing into his piercing green eyes, "you don't mean that." He was getting lost in them, and he was happy for that, wanting so bad not to think about anything that happened earlier. It was kind of hard not to, but with Harry looking so beautiful, caring for him with soft touches and whispering sweet comforting words to him, it wasn't that difficult as he expected.

"Yes, I do, darling," Harry whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as he pressed his warm lips to Louis' forehead. "You mean so much to me, and I know you just want to sweep the whole thing under the rug, but it's not good for you, Lou."

Louis wanted to cry. He was so ashamed of the whole thing, and he didn't even know how to explain it to him. He didn't want to fucking remember the incident, and even though he knew Harry was telling him to talk to him about it for his wellness, it wasn't okay right now.

"I want to forget-"

Harry sighed, shaking his head, "I know-"

"If you know, then why do you keep making me talk about it?"

The silence after that question was almost unbearable. Louis tried to move away from his boyfriend, already exhausted from the difficult conversation, but Harry knew immediately what he was up to. He grabbed Louis' arms softly and pulled him towards him again, so they were only a few centimetres away from locking their lips. Harry was trying to find some answers, trying really hard to read Louis' expression, but Louis couldn't bear it anymore.

Why couldn't Harry just have sex with him? He wanted to forget everything, and sex was the only thing that could fix it today. He didn't want to think about how this stranger's gross hands were on his body, gripping his flesh harshly where only Harry was allowed to touch him.