Our Possession

12

Edward never was one for emotions. He found them to be unnecessary. So when Louis started crying, he wasn't sure what to do.

He had never really been put into a situation like this before, so he wasn't quite sure how to go about comforting Louis.

"Why are you crying?" Edward ask, once he couldn't ignore Louis' tears any further.

In response, Louis just hiccuped and glanced up at him with his big blue eyes. And who could resist that face?

Edward loathed himself for caving in, no, he loathed Louis for putting that effect on him.

As much as Edward wanted to go about punishing the boy, Louis' tear stained cheeks and sad baby blue eyes made Edward's cold heart melt, just the slightest.

He forgot everything he was upset about, he forgot the pure anger and need he felt to put Louis in his place. All he could remember was the way he felt when he saw Louis gone.

Yes, Edward was a murdered, a thief, a criminal, but in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to hurt even one strand of hair on the seemingly flawless boy's head.

So he uncuffed Louis, moved the boy to lay down, and gently wiped his tears.

His hands, that have brought suffering and pain to hundreds of people, weren't quite used to being gentle, but they would have to do.

Edward looked down at Louis, his crying had condensed to a quiet sniffling, but that wasn't good enough. Louis watched in curiosity as Edward got onto his knees and kissed his cheek carefully.

Louis had spent quite a while with Edward, but he had never seen this side of him.

"Don't cry, Doll. I-... Go to sleep, everything will be better," Edward said, sighing once Louis closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Wow... What was that?"

Edward looked over at the door. He didn't hear Harry come into the room, so he wondered how long he was standing there for.

"It was nothing." Edward got up and cleared his throat.

"You must really like him." Harry walked over to the bed and looked down at Louis. "He's cute isn't he?"

"I don't like him, I put up with him." Edward glared and stood in Harry's view of the sleeping boy.

Harry smirked. "Oh, Edward, I've known you my whole life. Don't think that I don't know exactly what you're trying to do."

"And what is that?"

"You're trying to look tough now to make up for acting all lovey dovey." Harry crossed his arms. "But don't worry, I won't tell. I understand how easy it is to become fond of Louis, I'm feeling the same way myself."

"Too bad he's not yours."

"Oh yeah? Well it's too bad that he doesn't feel the same way for you, and never will. He associates you with the kidnapping, and I'm sure once he figures out everything that happened, he won't think any better of you for it." Harry smirked, walking over to the door. "But I truly do have to go, so I'll see you around. Goodbye, Brother."

Edward glared at Harry as he left.

He never did get along with Harry -or anyone- for that matter.

With his brother gone, Edward looked down at Louis. He wanted to get something for the beautiful boy, but he didn't want to leave him alone again.

He racked his mind for someone he could trust that would watch Louis, and sighed when he came up with only one option. He took out his phone and dialed the number quickly.

"Marcel, I need a favor."