Criminal || Larry Stylinson Mob AU

Chapter Sixteen : Matter

CHAPTER WARNINGS : MENTIONS OF MISCARRIAGE, RAPE, TALK OF MENTAL ILLNESS, MENTIONS OF REHAB.

When consciousness arrived to Louis the next day, he was safely nestled into the warmth of his bed. Looking up at the time, he saw it was almost noon when his eyes opened. Recalling the occurences of the previous night, he felt his head sting a bit which caused Louis to pick himself up and lean back against his pillow.

Realising that the shower was in use, he knew any moment Harry would come out of the bathroom and he did.

"You're up." He addressed, as soon as he got out and took not of Louis' state of conscious.

"Yeah, my head's aching a bit though." Louis told Harry in all honesty.

"The doctor said it's supposed to happen," he told him and went over to the closet to get dressed after calling in for someone for Louis to eat while he used the bathroom.

On getting dressed, Harry glissaded next to him and sat next to Louis and questioned him, "How bad is it hurting?"

"A little bit like a sting," he told him and moved his hands to the Mobster's and intertwined them together.

"I need to get a few things checked upon, I'll be back in an hour," he told him, distantly, " Maria knows which medicines you need to take. Have them and get some rest."

Something was wrong, Harry was acting reserved.

Pulling him into an embrace, Louis made his way into Harry's arms and rested his head on his chest. The Mobster was slow but not reluctant to return the embrace which he found himself in. Looking up at him, he sprang up to kiss Harry's cheek and withdrew just to see him. "Thank you."

"For?"

"For putting up with me," he said with a kiss on his cheek, "for bearing my tantrums," he added kissing his other cheek, "for being so loving and understanding," a kiss on his forehead, "for keeping me safe," a kiss on his nose, "for being you." Louis concluded and pecked his lips.

The stare was agonising, as it fell upon Louis, questioning him of the authenticity of the words just passed.

"Yesterday, we found you on the bathroom floor after the lights came back on, passed out." Harry told him. "We took you to the hospital and the doctor said some real interesting things."

"And during that time when you were knocked out, your phone was ringing, constantly." Harry narrated, calling for Louis' heart to drop, "and when I picked it up, it was a very familiar voice threatening you."

"You know the funniest part? The caller's name was Vladimir and he seemed know you, Louis."

Louis let out an exhale of air, he was fidgeting and his eyes refused to meet Harry's. He knew this was a bad decision, yet he had done exactly that because of his insecurities.

"Harry, I can exp-"

"- I know you can," he cut him off and looked at him seriously, taking his hands and kissing them, "I want you to."

"I don't know where to start," he mumbled incoherently.

"How about we start with how you know Vladimir?"