His Angel ☆ l.s.

Chapter 9

☆Louis' P.O.V ☆
"Hurry up, Lou!" Niall shouted as he exited the apartment, carrying two boxes.

Moving day. I've spent the last two days packing and it was finally time to move in with Harry. He wanted to send a U-haul to come pick up my belongings, but I persuaded him to just come pick me up instead. I don't have that many belongings, plus I wanted an excuse to see Harry sooner.

I picked up the box labeled "Winter clothes" and I swung the bag of toiletries over my shoulder. Niall made me classify my clothes boxes by seasons. I didn't think it mattered, but to him it did. As I exited the apartment complex, I saw Niall talking to Harry. I approached the SUV to place my belongings in the trunk, when I overheard their conversation.

"I will punch you." Niall threatened. Harry only rolled his eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked placing the box in the trunk.

"I'm protecting you." Niall smiled. I looked at Harry for an explanation.

"He's telling me what he plans to do to me if I ever hurt you." Harry explained while chuckling. I nodded.

"Well, I'm going to hurt both of you, if no one helps me with these boxes!" I shouted while walking back into the apartment.

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"I'm excited you're moving in with me." Harry grinned as he placed his hand on my knee. He kept one hand on the wheel as his thumb traced the fabric of my holy jeans. I giggled in response.

"Hmm, is my baby ticklish?" Harry asked smiling. He continued to delicately caress my skin. I melted into his touch like room temperature butter.

"Baby, I want you to know if you ever change your mind about living with me, you can always tell me."

"Harry, I'd never get tired of living with you." I shifted my body towards him. I removed his hand off of my knee and took hold of it. My slender fingers appeared to be very feminine compared to his. My hand looked so small intertwined with his.

"Lou, I'm serious. I never want to force you to do something-" Harry began before I cut him off.

"I know. If I feel uncomfortable about something, trust me, you'll know." I smiled while pressing my head against his shoulder.

Satisfied with my response, Harry smiled and gripped my hand tighter. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding mine, he drove cautiously. What felt like hours of driving, but in reality only 30 minutes, we finally made it to Harry's house. All the built up excitement made me take off my seatbelt and quickly exit the car. I ran to the front yard and began twirling. I was so excited, I couldn't help but dance. My body spun as I leaped through the air.

"Dance with me, daddy!" I shrieked as I continued to clumsily pirouette.

Harry grinned and shut the car door behind him. He jogged over to me and wrapped his left hand around my waist. He gathered our hands together and began swaying our bodies to the left. He then released his hand from my waist and spun me. My body quickly gyrated as my hand tightly held onto his. I giggled as he continued to spin me.

"I love seeing you this happy." Harry smiled as he stopped spinning me.

He pulled my hand towards him, wrapping me within his arms. Our hips continued to sway. I then turned my body and grabbed onto his shoulders. He placed one of his hands on the small of my back and the other on the back of my head. He then positioned his legs to the side; bending them and causing me to dip. I squealed in excitement. He grinned and placed a kiss to my lips, before pulling me up.