Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

LOUIS' POV

Harry came out of the computer room hours later, meeting me out in the living room. He awkwardly stood in front of me, waiting for me to say something.

"Uh, hi," I mumbled, trying to look around him so I could see the TV.

"I'm sorry for not asking you before I started writing that to Simon. I know it wasn't up to me to decide that. I know how much the band means to you and I shouldn't tried to end it. I love you so much and I would never try to hurt you on purpose," he whispered, his eyes never meeting mine. He's not used to apologizing for things he's done, so he looks extremely awkward and worried as he waits for me to respond.

I just looked up at him, trying to get him to look me in the eyes. Once he finally does, his eyes narrow when I don't say anything.

"Could you uh, please say something?" He stuttered, "I'm so sorry for not asking you first."

"Whatever, just sit down. At least you didn't send it."

Harry continued standing where he was, and began messing with his thumbs. "I, uh, actually did send it."

"Harry, you didn't," I warned, angrily gripping the couch cushion.

"I was just mad! You know how controlling and upset I get when I don't get my way! But please don't worry, I went another email saying I regret saying that and I don't want the band to end. I'm sorry, okay? Everything is gonna be alright,"

I sighed weakly. "Just sit down and stop talking before I get even more angry."

Harry laughed quietly before taking a seat on the couch next to me.

He put his hand on my thigh and I looked over at him.

"And sorry about how rude I was to you when we were kissing. I was just so involved in that email, and I wanted to finish it-"

"It's fine."

Harry nodded his head and slowly began pulling me closer to him, until I was practically on his lap.

"Come on," he laughed, "you're not helping me one bit,"

I smiled and shook my head, straddling his waist like I did earlier.

"That's better," he smiled, wrapping his large hands around my butt.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing small kisses to his warm cheeks. His hands trailed up to my back, running them underneath my shirt.

"Let's never fight again," Harry whispered, drawing small shapes on my skin with his fingers.

"Agreed."

I pressed my lips to his, and his tongue ran across my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I gave him access, and he ran his hands through my hair. They moved back down to my butt, pressing me onto him even further.

"Let's take your shirt off, baby," he told me, lifting up the bottom of it.

I nodded my head and broke the kiss for a second to slip the fabric over my head. His hands instantly went to roam my body, then stopped at my butt again.

I made sure to be extra careful with him, trying my best not to hurt him or even touch his chest. I don't want to make this uncomfortable for him.

"Are you sure you're feeling well enough to do this? You don't have to if you hurt,"

"I'm fine. Just go easy on me, okay?" He laughed.

I nodded my head and began pressing gentle kisses to his neck. His fingers undid the button on my pants, pulling them down my legs.

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Harry refused to take his shirt off and I accepted it, knowing how conservative he would be if I made him take it off.

He also seemed very nervous to take off his pants, but I promised him I wouldn't say anything about the cuts covering his thighs. I instead pressed kisses to the wounded skin, telling him that everything will be okay.

A fond look took over his face as he watched me kiss his thighs, his hand moving to his mouth to bite down on the skin.

"You okay?" I asked, moving back up to his face.

"Yeah," he smiled, "that was just really sweet of you,"

-

LATER THAT NIGHT

HARRY'S POV

I woke up in Louis' bed, not knowing where he went. I must have fallen asleep. I ran my hands over my face and began to get up, quickly noticing that I had no pants on. I dug through Louis' drawers and put on a pair of baggy sweatpants he never wears. I hope he doesn't mind.

As soon as I opened his bedroom door, I soon realized where he had gone.

The aroma of pasta filled the house, and the clanking of silverware was heard from the kitchen.

I quickly ran my hands through my hair and walked into the room, watching Louis from the doorway. He hasn't noticed me yet.

He accidentally dropped a pan onto the floor, multiple swear words escaping his mouth as he bent down to pick it up.

I laughed loudly, and he quickly turned around to greet me.

"I was just about to come wake you," he giggled, placing the pan onto the table and padding over to meet me.

He gently hugged me, pressing a small kiss to my cheek.

"Dinner's almost ready," he continued.

I followed him over to the oven and watched as he stirred the pasta.

"Looks good, baby," I praised him, wrapping my arm around his waist.

"Thanks, I already set the table. Go sit down while I finish up," he slapped my butt and I laughed, making my way to the table.

Minutes later, Louis brought all the food to me and we began eating.

"Feeling any better?" He asked me with a full mouth, chewing obnoxiously. Bits of food fell out of mouth and he didn't seem to care, digging even further into his plate.

I laughed loudly, throwing my head back. I dropped my silverware, slapping my hands over my face. "You're gross," I giggled.

He laughed with me, shaking his head.

"But yeah, I'm feeling better," I continued, calming down from my laughing fit.

Louis swallowed his food, taking in a deep breath afterwards. "It's so hard to laugh with food in my mouth," he chuckled, "and that's good!"

I watched him as he ate, seemingly not able to take my eyes off of him.

"Harry?" He said, noticing me staring at him.

"This is really nice," I smiled, "we haven't eaten dinner together like this for a long time."

He shrugged his shoulders. "You also haven't eaten properly since then, so eat up."

"I don't know how you can still stand being around me," I said, ignoring what he said.

"I love you Harry, I learn to put up with you."

"I love you too, Lou."