Angels can Fly✅

Chapter 8

Warning I think...mature content?  I know most of you aren't eighteen so whats the point in saying it right? Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this  chapter, I rewrote it 5 times and finally thought jt was good enough. I got a couple messages saying this book wasn't good and I should stop writing, but it's the people that read it and like it that counts. So thank you to everyone who keeps reading. The song that Harry sings in this chapter is linked up above, so feel free to listen to it as you read :)

~Emi♡♡

♤Louis' POV♤

Getting Harry home was a hassle in it's own, but driving his huge car home was even worse. I barely passed my drivers test and never try to drive, I almost got a ticket twice for going too slow, and of course Harry's charms worked over the police and got us home without any charges. Having to hold up a boy thats bigger than you to walk him into your house, that surely is a struggle. He hasnt showered in a week, he hasn't changed clothes, he hasn't eaten and I have to help him do all. Even though the hospital has been giving him his medication, he isn't back to the cherry boy I've always known, he is still broken down and weak...weaker than I've ever seen him. His head is still wrapped and his eyes are still dark, I know he is hurt and this is not his fault and it isn't mine..but my fathers. I hate thinking that he had to start therapy and medication in the first place is because of what my dad did to him, I feel like I didn't protect him enough when we were little and I have to make up for it now.

"Louis" I can hear his newly awaken voice from upstairs, sitting in the living room trying to watch tv for once was not as relaxing as I thought, I could not stop worrying about Harry. "Coming!" I say, pulling myself off the brown leather couch beneath me, he is finally awake. I brought him home this morning hoping he would stay awake and be himself again, but he is not and all he wants to do is sleep. Im worried about him, I'm really worried. As I walk into the room I see him standing up and looking put the window, I am proud of him, he got up on his own. His back is facing me. His shirt is off and all he is wearing are some tight grey sweatpants. His back muscles are showing and his pale winter skin is glowing, his smal waist is showing when he leaves against the window seal and grips it with his perfect veiny hands. Seeing him lean over like that, it is so hard to not imagine what I want, but he is not healthy and it is not right of me. "Louis it is so pretty outside today come look." Oh there he is, my Harry is back and he is okay I can feel it in my bones. He turns back to face me and his stunning smile brightens my day and I feel so relieved. His face is glowing just like his back, his curls are unruly and the bandage that was wrapped around his head is gone, his amazing green eyes are soarkling with joy and excitement, I want him to be my boyfriend, I just have to wait.

He pulls me to the window, snow is falling slowly onto the cold ground and the sky is blue and full of fluffy January clouds. "Its not as pretty as you." He lifts me off his feet and wraps my legs around his waist to hold me, I love when he holds me like this it feels like nothing in the world could mess up my life. He has not showered in 7 days but he still smells like himself, that beautiful scent of his skin fills the air as I breathe him in. "I love you so much, nothing or no one will ever take you away from me, I can't wait until you're mine, my personal sunshine." I am the one that usually holds him and makes him feel safe, but since he has been in the hospital it's reversed. I feel like a baby, his baby and I love feeling this warm inside. "I love you Harry, so much. You make my world spin. Its like everything in the world stops when you aren't here or holding me and when youre back everything is okay again. Im so glad youre home." Of course I did not mean hoke in our room, I meant his mind being at peace and him being the boy I fell in love with so long ago. I can see the stitches on the back of his head, they are healing and the bruises are gone, his pain is gone. He sways back and forth until he starts to sing to me, he pulls my head up to look at me when he sings.