Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 49

Chapter 49

HARRY'S POV

I handed Louis back his phone and sat back down at the table with him. He stared at me with his lips pursed, silently saying sorry for telling Gemma about what I did to James.

"I don't care that you told her, Louis. She would have found out eventually."

He let out a sharp breath and gently tapped his fingers on the table. "Good, I was worried you'd be mad at me."

"Nope."

He nodded his head and moments passed of us not saying anything.

"But," I continued, "I need to go home tonight. Gemma wants to talk to me."

"About what?" Louis asked.

"Probably about James, I'm not sure,"

"Okay. I'm coming with you,"

"Are you sure?"

"You don't exactly have a car, do you?"

I shook my head. "I left mom's car at her house last time we were there."

"Oh yeah. But aren't you scared? Like, what if you see James' parents or something? What if they know it was you?"

"Shut up," I sighed, "you're making me even more nervous than I need to be. If they knew it was me, I would already be in prison."

"Sorry," he mumbled, "I'm just worried about what's going to happen."

"Everything will be fine."

I reached across the table and grabbed his hands in mine, tracing small shapes on the skin. His smooth skin is so soft. Turning his hand over, I noticed a small mark on the middle of his wrist. A small 'H' was written there, and I smiled, gently rubbing my thumb over the area.

"Louis, is that a tattoo?" I asked.

He cleared his throat, gently pulling his arm away from me. "Yeah," he smiled, "I got it while you were in the hospital,"

"H for Harry?" I questioned, a stupid smile plastered on my face.

He nodded his head, a small giggle leaving his lips. How can someone be so adorable? But why would he get my first initial tattooed on him? It's a permanent reminder of me that he's probably not going to want anymore someday.

"But why did you get it?" I asked, "it's just a constant reminder of me,"

"I wanted it. How is a constant reminder of you a bad thing?"

"Because, you know, we fight a lot and one day, I'm probably not going to be here anymore-"

"Stop right there. Don't talk like that. You're going to be here wether you like it or not. You're my Harry and I won't let you leave me. I love you."

"Your Harry?"

"Yes. My Harry. And I'm your Louis."

"You're too cute for words," I smiled, pulling him in for a hug, "I love you more,"

"That's impossible," Louis whispered into my neck, his hot breath bringing goosebumps down my skin.

"I'll love you forever, forever and always," I sang to him, running my hands through his long, soft hair. His hands slowly ran down my back, going under the bottom of my shirt, and pressing them to the bottom of my back.

He was quiet for a long time and I looked down to see what he was doing.

"Harry," he started, a tear streaming down his cheek, "would you ever actually try to kill me?"

"What? Of course not! It was just a dream, Lou. You know I would never hurt you."

He swallowed thickly, "not even if I said I wanted to marry you?"

My breath hitched and I swallowed thickly. What?

I gently pulled out of the hug, placing his face between my hands. His baby blue eyes were bloodshot, tears streaming down his pink cheeks. His bottom lip was quivering as he looked me right in the eyes, his arms still wrapped around my waist. I ran my thumb over his bottom lip, in an attempt to calm him down.

"Baby, why are you crying?" I asked softly, wiping a falling tear off his cheek.

"I don't know," he slightly chuckled.

"Why would I want to hurt you if you wanted to marry me?"

His eyes darted away from mine. "Because that's commitment, and," he paused for a moment, "because that's what happened in my dream."

I shook my head, creasing my eyebrows. "Louis, it's ridiculous that you would even think I would react like that over marriage."

"Well, the idea isn't exactly far fetched,"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you killed two people in less than a year over pretty small things."

"James almost killing my sister isn't a small thing," I said, my tone getting annoyed. I can't believe he's bringing this up again.

"Okay, okay, I know. I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"It's okay."

He snuggled back into my neck and before he could say anything, I picked him up. I placed my right arm under his knees and he draped his arm around my neck for more support.

He laughed and asked what I was doing as I carried him into the living room.

I didn't say anything as I gently dropped him on the couch. He crossed his legs in front of him and placed his hands on his knees. I sat down next to him and placed a long kiss on his lips.

I had him crawl on my lap, his legs straddling my hips.

His lips moved down to my neck and gently sucked at the skin.

"I would love to marry you," I cooed.