Fire & Ice || L.S ||

Chapter Five.

           

Louis wakes up with a pounding headache. Looking around the unfamiliar room he starts to panic but as his eyes start to focus more, he realises it is Harry's room. What am I doing here? Louis thinks to himself before pulling the duvet off him to get out of the large bed. When he stands up, he winces because the pain seemed to intensify before going way again. Groaning slightly from the dull ache in his head he makes his way to the bedroom door to find Harry. Slowly walking down, the stairs he hears noises in the kitchen, louis tries to follow the sound despite the headache. When he is standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he sees Harry sat at the large island staring down at the granite counter. In front of Harry was a bottle of whiskey, less than half filled and a whiskey glass nearly empty. Louis almost collapses when he sees what else is in front of Harry on the granite counter. A gun. A sick feeling fills Louis stomach and he just wants to run. His heart is pounding in his chest he looks at Harry who is still in a trance, he decides to take a step back. He wants to go home so he may be able to sneak out if Harry had consumed the rest of that alcohol in that whiskey bottle. As Louis takes a step back, he slowly starts to turn around to make his way to the front door.

"And where do you think you're going?" Harry gravelly voice booms through the silent house, making Louis jump. Louis turns around to see that Harry's eyes are not set on him, his eyes burning into his.

"I-I was just looking for you." Louis stutters quietly, scared of what the man is capable of, especially if he had been drinking. He looks at the floor before looking back up at Harry who was still staring at him like he was his prey.

"Come here." Harry demands softly, sitting up straighter on the stool that he was sat on. Louis thinks about it for a second and he slowly starts walking towards Harry, not wanting to test the Harry's patience. Harry spins the stool around so now they are both are facing each other. Harry doesn't like the distance between the two of them, reaching his hand out he goes to grab Louis wrist. Louis flinches and Harry wants to hurt someone because of it. Harry continues until his fingers touch Louis soft skin and pulls him forward until Louis is chest to chest with Harry whilst stood in between his thighs. Louis breathing quickens up and Harry's eyes turn a darker shade of green, loving the way is mate reacts to him and the innocence that radiates off him nearly sends Harry over the edge.

"Hi." Louis whispers, not liking the silence. Harry removes his hand from Louis wrist and brings both hands to Louis waist, Louis flushing not knowing how to react to the attention he is getting. Harry clenching his jaw not knowing how long he can control himself around this boy, he would love anything more than to just fuck his mate.

"What happened tonight, cub?" Harry rasps out his eyes darkening, thinking of what happened and what could have happened to Louis if he had not showed up. Louis sighs and tries to pull himself out of Harry's grip, but his grip only gets tighter.

"I don't want to talk about it, Harry." Louis says dismissively, not wanting to talk about what happened tonight. Louis has never been so scared and to think what could have happened to him if Harry had not shown up.

"Well I do." Harry's voice raises slightly, Louis manages to get out of Harry's grip and takes a step back, not liking where this is going. Harry's jaw clenches, Louis already testing his patience.

"Harry please I do not want to talk about it." Louis says raising his voice to the same level as Harry. Louis walks to the other side of the island leaning his hands on the counter, his eyes glancing to the gun. Harry sees Louis eyes eye the gun quickly before looking away. He's scared Harry thinks to himself.

"I was fucking worried sick about you Louis! You told me that it was a misunderstanding with a customer at work which it wasn't. You lied to me!" Harry growls out, not able to contain his anger anymore. His mate lied to him and it could have cost him his own safety. Louis flinches at Harry's tone of voice.