things i can't (l.s)

Chapter 17

HI EVERYONE THAT IS READING!!!! i am soooo terribly sorry for not publishing in the longest time!! i guess i just haven't had much inspiration but hopefully now i can start uploading a little more frequently. thank you to all who are reading... its so inspiring and i never thought 2k of you would read this little story of mine! i truly appreciate it and i hope you all are well. <3
-ash
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Louis' POV:

Harry stayed the night. I was glad to have had him sleep over- it was so nice to watch him sleep so peacefully. He looked so angelic- from the way his fragile body moved up and down as he breathed, to the way his lips pouted. As I watched him, I noticed a couple things I had never noticed before. He had visible bags under his eyes, purple lining them pronouncedly. His skin was so pale, almost translucent. You could see small veins under and around his eyes. And although his lips were perfect, they were tinted with blue- like lips get when your body is cold. He just looked really sick, I wondered if he had had a cold. Still, despite all of these little "imperfections", he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

A few minutes later, Harry's eyes fluttered open and he stretched his little body out. I think it took him a minute to realize where he was because he shot up from the bed and looked around curiously.

I laughed, "Babe, you're in my bed. Don't worry."

He gazed around the room and then turned his head to me. He sighed deeply and a small, sleepy smile appeared on his face.

"I can't believe you actually like me," Harry spoke.

I chuckled in confusion- how could he think that? He's so precious, how could I not like him?

"Harry, I can't believe you don't see how truly great you are."

He shook his head and turned towards me- his cheek resting on his shoulder. God, he looked so fucking adorable.

"Don't do that Harry, it's much too cute."

He giggled and asked me what I was talking about.

"The whole... Shoulder cheek thing. It's so cute you're gonna make me die," I laughed, grabbing him and hugging him tightly.

He rested his head in my arms and looked up to face me. I tilted my head down to peck his lips. And because I had a dominant position, I thought this would be a perfect time to attack him with kisses. I kissed his cheeks, then his forehead, his eyelids, his nose, and finally, once more in the lips. He giggled the entire time, his dimples on full display. I looked at him smile in amazement.

"You really don't know how perfect you are," I said, in all seriousness.

His face softened from laughing and his bottom lip quivered.

"I'm not perfect, Lou."

"You are, baby. I just can't keep my eyes off you."

"Now you know how I feel about you," he said.