✔️STRONG [L.S]

[43]

{LOUIS' POV}

   *April 25th, 2015, 7:42 PM*

   I woke up a few hour's later with blurry vision and a pounding pain in my head.

"Oh god..." I muttered, standing up on shaky leg's, the room spinning.

"H-Harry?!" I cried out, stumbling as I took a step forward.

"Louis are you alright?" Harry asked frantically, rushing to my side and making me sit back down. I shook my head.

"No I don't feel right..." He pressed his large palm against my forehead, eyebrow's furrowing in concentration.

"You must be getting sick angel, you're burning up."

"Really?" I whined, praying silently for the pain in my head to subside.

"I'm afraid so... Why don't you sit here and I'll bring you some dinner. I actually just finished cooking." He pressed his lip's to my temple, rubbing my back for a moment before standing up to leave the room. I couldn't understand how I had gotten ill all of a sudden. I had been perfectly fine before taking that nap... Although, I had gotten tired fairly quick, so maybe it was just my body telling me I needed rest because it knew I was getting sick.

"One plate of spaghetti, for one and only Louis Tomlinson." Harry was by my side once again, effectively pulling me from my thought's as he set a plate in my lap. My mouth watered at the smell of his homemade sauce, and I grabbed my fork eagerly, leaning into him as he sat by my side. No word's needed to be said as we sat there enjoying a quiet meal, because the presence of each other was enough conversation to last a lifetime.

A few hour's later, we said goodnight. Harry had taken to sleeping on the couch the past few day's, and me in our bedroom. My headache and dizziness were completely gone, which was quite strange, but I shrugged it off as nothing, slipping under the cover's to be met with cold loneliness.

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*April 26th, 2015, 6:32 PM*

"In other news," The news reporter began, pressing two finger's to her earpiece. I was laying on the couch with my head in Harry's lap, his finger's running gently through my hair. I was practically purring at the touch, closing my eye's at the feeling.

"The head of music management company, Modest!, has been found brutally stabbed to death in his home this morning." My eye's snapped open, and scrambled to sit up straight. It couldn't be... My ear's were buzzing, making it hard to listen to the woman's word's, but I did catch one name. Richard Griffiths. Jaw dropped, I slowly turned to face Harry, who wore the same shocked expression.

"Oh my god..." I whispered, "OH MY GOD!!!" I wrapped my arm's around my head, pulling my knee's to my chest.

"We literally just talked to him yesterday and now he's dead!" I cried, finger's tangling roughly in my hair.

"Louis, maybe it was for the best." Harry said quietly, rubbing my back as he tried to soothe me, "He was an awful man. He put all of us, and our whole team through literal hell..." I stood up, turning to glare at him.

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN HE DESERVED TO DIE!! ESPECIALLY LIKE THAT!! I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE HOW TERRIFYING HIS LAST MOMENT'S MUST HAVE BEEN!!!"

"ALMOST FOUR YEAR'S LOUIS!!! FOUR. FUCKING. YEAR'S. OF HELL!!!!"

"YES HE WAS AWFUL TO US, BUT HE WAS STILL A HUMAN!!!"

"HE WAS A MONSTER!!!!" Harry shouted, standing up to tower over me.

"YOU'RE A MONSTER!!!!!" I screamed, shoving him in the chest roughly. The room went silent, and my eye's widened as I realised what I had said. His face fell, and he slowly back away from me.

"H-Harry no I didn't me-" He cut me off, "No. No you're right. I'm a monster..."

"Harry please." I took a few step's towards him, raising my arm's for an embrace.

"Get away from me...." He whispered, heading toward's the front door.

"Please don't leave!" I sobbed, fear rushing through me. He only shook his head, hand turning the door knob.

"I'll do anything! Just please don't leave me!" I choked on my tear's, falling to my knee's. Harry stopped, turning around to stare at me. Smirking.

"Anything?"

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{HARRY'S POV}

That's how I found myself in the bedroom, sweaty limb's tangling with Louis' as we both panted heavily, coming down from our high's. I glanced down at Louis, who quickly averted his gaze as we made eye contact. I smirked. Destroy the root of the problem to fix it.
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