✔️STRONG [L.S]

[3]

{LOUIS POV}

After cleaning up the mess and doctoring my hand and knees, I slowly made my way to Harry's and I's bedroom. The light's were off , and I walked in quietly so I wouldn't wake him. I pulled my jean's off, leaving me in boxer's and my t-shirt. Then I slid under the cover's, pulling them to my chin. I felt harry shift beside, and soon a pair of arm's slithered around my waist. He pulled me to his chest burying his face in my hair.

"I love you Boobear" He muttered planting a kiss on top of my head. I smiled, relaxing into his touch as I slowly fell asleep.

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of a phone ringing. I opened my eye's a bit, and saw Harry sit up, grabbing his phone from the beside table.

"Hello" He answered, his voice raspy and deeper than usual. He rubbed at his eye's, nodding as he listened to the person on the other end.

"Yea. We'll be ready." He yawned, running his hand's through his messy curl's. Smiling, I closed my eye's again, snuggling deeper into the blanket's.

"M'bye." I felt the bed shift, followed by a hand running through my hair.

"Boo" I heard him call, his thumb running back and forth over my cheek. I didn't want to get up, so I ignored him. Suddenly, I felt a pair of lip's on my own. After a moment, he pulled back, chuckling quietly. His breath fanned over my face as his nose rubbed against mine.

"I know you are awake sass master" He whispered fondly. I chuckled, I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. I cracked my eye's open, and saw his green one's against mine.

"Who was on the phone?" I asked, yawning. He sat up straight and stretched his arm's above his head.

"Paul, we have an interview. He's already his way here" I sighed and slowly stood up from the bed. I rubbed my eye's tiredly as I walked toward's the bathroom. Once I was inside, I turned around toward's the mirror, wincing at my reflection. There were bag's under my eye's, and there were bruise's on my wrist from where Harry grabbed me. My palm's were wrapped up in gauze from where the glass cut them, as well as my knees. I sighed as I splashed some cool water on my face, waking me up a bit.

I walked out of the bathroom and quickly got dressed. Harry nowhere in sight. I trudged down  the stair's my body feeling drained from the night before. I threw myself onto the couch, as soon as I did the door bell rang. I groaned, and stood up. I opened the door and saw a smiling paul standing there. A frown slowly appeared on his face.

"You alright Lou? You don't look to good" I smiled a bit, nodding my head.

"I'm fine just a bit tired I guess" He gave me a small smile back, but I could see the worry in his eye's.

"Well are you guy's ready?" He asked.

"Yea, just let me get Harry" I turned around and walked to the foot of stair's.

"Harry! Paul's here!" A moment of silenced passed before I heard a reply.

"Coming" He yelled back, followed by footstep's. I waited silently as he walked down the stair's. We walked toward's the door and slipped on our shoe's before following paul toward's the car. He slipped into the driver's seat and Harry and I got in the back. We were met with three smiling face's.

"Hey guy's" Liam greeted.
"Hey" Harry replied happily. I gave him a weak smile before closing my eye's, Leaning my head against the seat.
"You okay Lou? You look like a shit" I heard Niall say. I opened my eye's again, looking out the window.
"Yea, just tired I guess." I said, giving him the same answer I gave to paul.
"You sure mate? You've been kind of....off....past couple of month's" Zayn said, voicing his opinion.
  "You really have." Liam piped in.
"Just tired..." I said again, trailing off. I glanced away from the window for a moment, and glanced at Harry who was staring at me. I quickly averted my gaze back to the passing scenery. I felt my eye's droop, and I gave in closing them.

"Lou what happened to your hand's?" I heard Niall asked. I would've answered but I was barely hanging onto unconsciousness.
"Man. He wasn't lying about being tired" Liam said.
"I know, look at the bag's under his eye's" Zayn replied.
"What happened to his hand's?" Niall asked again. Only this time he was talking to Harry.
"He burnt them trying to cook." Niall's loud laughter filled the car. That was the last thing I heard before I completely slipped into unconsciousness.
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LOVE IS GIVING HIM THE POWER TO DESTROY YOU, BUT TRUSTING HIM NOT TO.

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