Blessed (a larry stylinson fanfiction)

chapter 26

Saturday, October 27th

Harry’s POV

I woke up the next morning with Louis snuggled close to my chest. I smiled to myself at the sight of his sleeping face and how peaceful he looked.

Louis started to stir and looked up at me when he opened his eyes.

“Morning, Haz.” He said, his voice husky with sleep still.

“Morning, Lou.” I whispered back.

Last nights events came rushing back to me, and I couldn’t help but feel my cheeks flush at the memory of kissing Louis so aggressively.

I hadn’t meant to, but like I said, he’s just so damn kissable. The moment he had slipped into the bed, I lost any control to hold myself back.

I was thankful for the little bit of self-control I had maintained and had refrained from fucking him senseless.

It would have been a bit hard to explain to my parents and extended family why Louis couldn’t walk in the morning.

“What are you thinking about? You have a mischievous grin on your face.” Louis said as he stretched his legs out underneath the blankets.

“You.” I admitted.

“Mm. What exactly about me?” Louis said, smirking at me as he laid flat on his back, willing me to lean over him.

“Just about what happened last night.” I said resting a hand on either side of his shoulders to support my weight

“Oh, really?” Louis taunted. “Good things I hope.”

“Only good things.” I said before kissing him quickly. “Makes me want to do it again. And Again.” I added in between kisses.

“Hmm, well I can’t complain.” Louis said as he brushed his fingers down my chest.

That’s when I noticed the purpling bruises on Louis’ neck from where my lips had been the night before. Before I could stop myself, I burst out laughing.

“Lou…” I tried to say, but failed to get more words out between all the laughter.

“What?” Louis said, giving me an I’m-concerned-for-your-mental-health-mate look.

“Those might be a bit hard to explain to my parents today.” I finally managed to choke out, pointing to the marks on his neck.

Louis launched himself out of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom.

“Fuck, Harry!” Louis cursed and then rushed back. “What am I supposed to do about this?

Then it was Louis’ turn to crack up. “Well, I guess you’re not the only one who got carried away last night.”

Louis walked over to me and rubbed his fingers along my exposed collarbone, kissing it softly.

“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not.” Louis whispered, looking up at me with a smirk on his face as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Same here. Don’t regret it one bit.” I said, pulling him in for a real kiss, not caring at all that it was first thing in the morning.

We broke apart at the sound of someone coming down the stairs, Louis hastily throwing his t-shirt on.

“Good morning, loverboys. Oh, shit. Really, Harry?” Gemma said as she opened the door and caught a glimpse of the hickeys placed all over our necks.

“Yeah, I was going to ask you if you have any magic something that could fix this little situation.” I asked pointing to the marks on my collarbone.