The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Eighteen *

I have loved you since I was eighteen.....

"Don't leave me", Harry pleaded.

"I won't!", he said and kissed his forehead.

"Don't leave me ever!", Harry said.

"Belle...", he trailed off.

"Why do you always push me away? Why can't you see that I love you so much?", Harry asked, eyes filled with tears.

"Because I love you too. I will never let anyone hurt you, not even a bit!", he said.

"You're the one who hurts me the most", Harry whispered slowly.

Harry just kept starting at him with teary eyes.

He fell asleep soon.

"I have to go back. Take care", Harry heard him saying and felt a kiss on his cheek.

"Harry wake up!", Harry woke up to Niall's loud voice.

"Shut the fuck up Leprechaun! Let me sleep", Harry said and closed his eyes.

"What was Louis Tomlinson doing here?!", Niall shouted again.

Harry was confused.

"Louis was here?", he asked.

"He left few minutes ago!", Niall said.

"What the fuck! Are you serious? Why would he be here?", Harry was genuinely confused.

Niall blinked once.

"Mate, I'm asking you the same question", he said.

"Did he tell you anything?", Harry asked.

"He just said, 'Thank god you came' and left", Niall told him with brows raised.

Harry tried to remember the last night. He was at the party, alone, he saw Louis, what happened after that?

"I don't know what happened last night. I need to ask him!", he said.

"You better do that. I mean Louis Tomlinson was in our flat! That's some news!", Niall exclaimed. Harry rolled his eyes.

Niall left his room soon. Harry sat on his bed checked the time on his phone and it was 9am. He was terribly hungry but he wanted answers from Louis.

He bit his lip, thinking about the various possibilities of last night. The insides of his mouth tasted slightly like smoke. He never smoked. What the hell?

He quickly dialled Louis' number. He wanted answers.

Louis picked the call.

L : Hello!
H : What were you doing in my flat last night? I need an explanation!
L : You were drunk, so I thought of bringing you to your flat.
H : Why did you leave without telling me?
L : Harry calm down, I just reached my flat, let me breathe.

few seconds later.......

L : I didn't want to wake you up.
H : But.....
L : Bye

Louis hung up.

Harry wanted to punch on his face. How dare he cut the call just like that?
He fell on bed again, whining. The sheets smelled different. He was surprised and he sniffed again. The smell was familiar. It felt like Louis. He knew the smell of Louis' vanilla cologne. It also smelt like smoke.

Harry's heart started pounding. He tried to remember more about last night. He remembered someone blowing smoke in his face.

He dialled Louis' number again.