Dependency // L.S. (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 14

        It was November 8th, and I was beginning to feel a bit sick again. I hate being sick. My nose was getting stuffed up and my throat was sore.

        "Louis, babe, here's some tea," I hear from above me, and I open my eyes to Harry holding out a cup with a goofy smile on his face.

         I smile and sit up, taking it and having a small sip. He sits down beside me, and pulls my blanket over his lap too.

        "Who let you in?" I ask.

        "Myself. I've watched you fish the key out from under your mat plenty of times," Harry says with a chuckle.

        I had told him last night that I was starting to get sick and that I wouldn't be over today.

        "I didn't even hear you come in. If you were a murderer I'd be dead right now," I say, snorting.

        He shakes his head, "Yeah, yet another reason it's a good idea for you to live with me."

        We had both been discussing me moving in with him into his apartment, since I was there so much already anyways.

        "I'm going to move in with you Harry, just let me get well first," I say with a slight roll of my eyes which he catches and sticks his tongue out.

        "If you stick that out any farther I'm going to bite it," I tease.

        I watch as he purposely does it again and I move closer and instead of biting his tongue I kiss him gently and bite his bottom lip.

        I feel him smile into the kiss and he kisses me back slowly and softly.

        "I'm all yours Harry. I've got no control when I'm with you," I say, pressing my face against the side of his neck. (Laughing bc of my little slip of No Control into this)

        He smirks, and runs his hand back and forth over my cheek. "I know Lou. I know."

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        Some time later, we were still sat on the couch, cuddled beneath the blanket and watching a Christmas movie. Harry was all about Christmas, the moment it hit November 1st, which I had learned quickly. The 2nd day of November he came over to my house and dragged me out of bed to come to his house and make cookies and listen to Christmas music with him, and Thanksgiving hadn't even passed yet.

        I wasn't even sure what movie we were watching to tell you the truth.. I hadn't been paying attention. I was paying attention to the way Harry's face lit up when anything Christmas was mentioned, and his reactions to the movie.

        Suddenly, I feel a vibration on my butt. I laugh, and sit up a little when Harry reaches to his pocket and grabs his phone, chuckling a little himself. 

        "Hello? Oh, hey. Yeah, just a sec." Harry says, and gently lifts me off his lap and kissing my forehead as he walks away into the bathroom and closes the door. I hear his voice droning through the door slightly, and I couldn't help but try to listen. I couldn't hear anything but mumbling. 

        I found it odd that he had to leave the room to take a phone call, but I decided to just let it go.

        Soon, he comes out of the bathroom and smiles at me, shoving his phone back into his pocket. "How about we go and get something to eat?" He says, coming over and kissing my cheek gently.

        "But babe I'm sick," I whine. Although going out with Harry did sound nice.. "Nevermind, let's go," I say, grinning. I was only sniffling and coughing, I'd be fine. I run upstairs and pull off my pajama pants and plaing white vneck.