Winter's Peril

Chapter 10

The morning after, they both lay still in Harry's bed.

Louis awoke first, staring at the ceiling. Louis could hear Harry's light breathing as he lay on his stomach. He looked surprisingly relaxed while he slept, almost as though he had dreamt of something great.

He clutched the cover to his body, sighing as he lay his head back. He wasn't sure how to feel about what happened. There was one thing that he couldn't stop thinking though. He couldn't stop feeling guilty. He closed his eyes to try and stop worrying about it.

Once his eyes flickered open, he glanced at Harry again. He needed to do something.

Carefully, he tried to get out without waking Harry up. However, he failed and Harry's face scrunched up a little before his eyes fluttered open.

"Lou, stay," he murmured and Louis fish mouthed for a little then finally gave in to his request.

He lay back on the bed and sighed as he tried to occupy himself with something to do.

Pulling the covers further up his naked body, his thoughts turned to what happened yesterday.

A small part of him still kept on trying to remind him about Dill. As much as he tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind, it would always nag him.

When they had sex, it hadn't felt wrong and in all honesty, he had little regrets about the situation.

He jumped when he felt arms wrap around his waist. It looked as though Harry was fully awake.

"You think too much," Harry murmured and Louis frowned.

Maybe he was right but he couldn't just ignore what was going on in his mind.

"A lot has happened," he murmured.

Louis awkwardly lay on the bed with his naked body pressed against Harry. His thoughts turned to another thing and he wasn't sure whether to mention it or not.

"They think I did it, Harry," Louis muttered, causing Harry to frown.

He sat up and stared at Louis with a look of concern. "Who?"

"The Police," Louis answered with a roll of his eyes. "In my questioning, they thought I killed my own husband. For what reason Harry?" Louis sighed, resting his forehead against his palm.

Harry properly sat up beside him, probably thinking off what to say.

"You told them everything you knew?"

"I mean yes, as much I could."

Louis turned his head and he noticed Harry chewing his lip. "And you didn't do it?"

He looked at him in shock, his face contorting into disgust later. "Of course I didn't do it! He is- was my husband. I had no reason to murder him!"

"Sorry," Harry muttered then looked down at the covers.

Louis just sighed and stared out the window instead.

"I should tell you that I saw Dnias by your house."

Louis' head turned to look at him. "What? When?"

"With Dill," Harry hesitantly said. "I only saw them for five seconds. This was after I went home."

"What was he doing there?" Louis frowned.

"Not sure but it didn't look great."

"I don't have time to think about this now," he sighed. "I must go, I have work soon."