*Louis' POV*
After Harry woke up for that short minute we both fell back asleep. Around eight o' clock I woke up to someone poking me in the cheek. I mumbled out a quiet "Stooooop!" Swatting at who evers hand was waking me up from my beautiful sleep. Then I remembered what happened yesterday, and shot straight up in bed. I automatically looked over at Harry. He was giggling quietly to himself. All of a sudden he stopped laughing and looked at my chest and arms. I immediately blushed and looked down. He reached out and traced the darkest, longest line on my left arm. "I love you Louis." He mumbled, grabbing my wrist and bringing my arm up to his mouth, pressing soft kisses to all of the scars. My hand immediately flew up tp my mouth as tears sprung to my eyes. No one ever showed me this much love. "I... I love you to Harry." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him so tight. He hugged back with just as much force, but winced when his fresh cuts rubbed against my skin. I immediately pulled away, not wanting to hurt him anymore than i already have. "C'mon Haz, lets go eat." I siad standing up and grabbing his hand and puling him up with me. We walked down the stairs hand in hand, we were both shirt less, not caring in the boys saw our scars. We found Liam, Zayn and Niall all sitting at the dinning room table eating breakfast. They didn't hear us walk in so I awkwardly cleared my throat. All three of their heads snapped in our direction. "Um... Hi" Harry mumbled awkwardly, hiding behind me.
