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thirty one

EMMA'S POV:

To be honest, after we crossed the point of no return, I cried. It hurt, it really did. But I wouldn't take it back for anything.

My bare chest is pressed against his as he plays with my hair, our chests rising and falling in sync. Never once did he lose himself. He stayed concerned for me the entire time and I love him impossibly more for that.

"Emma," he coos, his fingers trailing down to rest on my exposed lower back.

"Hmmm?" I hum back.

"You haven't spoken since," he whispers.

I stay silent and attempt to turn away from him, but he grabs my waist and pulls me into him. "Was I, was I bad?" I whisper, avoiding his eyes.

He makes a sound of surprise and forces me to look into his eyes. "No, Emma! God, no. You were perfect. It was perfect. I've never felt anything like that before. Don't be embarrassed, baby."

"You've just been with so many others.."

"They weren't you. No one can compare to you," he says lowly, capturing my lips with his.

"I love you," I mumble against his lips.

"I love you too, my angel. So so much," he mumbles back, kissing me deeper. "You're so amazing."

Later on, he went to my bath and started the water, filling it with bubbles. My heart was filled with warmth when he carried me to it, setting me in before getting in directly after me.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me to sit on his lap. He sang softly to me as he washed my hair and rubbed my back, leaving wet kisses all over.

We spent the rest of the night tangled in the sheets, whispering sweet nothings to each other, and stealing infinite kisses in the dark.

****

The next morning, I awoke tangled up in him, our legs locked and our bodies pressed together. He was already up, just staring at me.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, brushing all of the stray hair out of my face.

"Good morning," I replied with a sleepy smile on my face as I snuggled up to him.

For hours after that, we just stayed in bed, letting the day tick by. We repeated last night's events again. It didn't hurt as bad that time, and mostly all I felt this time was love.

"I love you so much," he breathed into my ear.

"And I love you."

****

Around nine o'clock, we were sat on the couch in nothing but our underwear, watching a movie.

Everything had been peaceful until both of our phones went off like crazy. We both rushed to the room at the same time to grab our phones, both looking at each other as we read the same text message.

I immediately grabbed the first shirt on the ground, which happened to be Harry's and threw it over my head. He pulled his jeans up his legs and did I, before throwing his sweatshirt on and stumbling into his boots. He grabbed my hand as we ran as fast as we could out of the apartment.

Louis was awake.

A/N: JUST A LITTLE FILLER FOR YOU SINCE IM ON VACATION.

GO READ MY NEW STORY "ESCAPE"

PEACE OUT

-El