SPACES [Editing]

Innuendos

Louis Tomlinson

If I were to describe what I was feeling in one word, it would be 'cold'. I know I was supposed to be angry because he sent me outside, or sad because aside from inside his house, technically, I have nowhere else to go. But I'm not feeling anything else but the cold temperature and the wind hitting my skin.

I feel so fragile, so thin. I laid down on the poolside and tried to sleep. At least when you're sleeping, you won't remember that you're cold.

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I woke up shivering in a thick white blanket and a pillow. Okay, maybe I was wrong, maybe you do feel the cold.

I wrapped myself with the blanket and snuggled into it. Where did this come from? Maybe Niall was here, but if he was, he would have woken me up and asked me why I was here.

I looked up at the dark sky and I realized that it was going to rain soon. I thought about going back inside, but my pride got in the way.

I literally couldn't move; it felt like my limbs were going to break if I even attempted moving them.

Plop. Plop. Plop. Ploploploplop

Raindrops. Until the sound of the pouring rain was the only thing I could hear. I covered myself with the blanket but it could only do so much. After it has absorbed all the rain that it can, it was too late. I was already drenched. It was getting colder than it already was and it was raining so hard that almost everything around me was already white.

I could have died of hypothermia, I was surprised I was still alive.

"Get inside!" I heard someone say. Harry. I wanted to move, I wanted to run to where he was, but it was too cold it felt like my body was already frozen.

"Louis! What are you still doing there!" He shouted again.

He ran to where I was, also getting himself drenched. He put my arm around his shoulder and helped me go up the stairs.

I swear I heard him ask me if I was crazy but I didn't get to answer anymore this is not the time for arguing.

As soon as we reached his room, he took my clothes off, probably so I wouldn't be cold. He also changed his shirt in front of me. He went down to get me a basin and hot water and rubbed warm towel all over my body. It made me feel warm, but the house still feels cold.

Harry took my hands and blew into them, obviously trying to keep me warm.

"Take your pants off." He said. I literally didn't know how to answer because I'd probably be cussing out at him but I couldn't do that, he just saved my life.

"You're too cold. Do it or I'll strip it off from you." He said, putting the towel down.

I wondered if it will be different from when he first saw my body. I hope he doesn't have plans of harassment because if he does, I swear I'm going to punch him.

"Louis." He said. I'm still unable to talk, so he took that as a yes. He pulled my pants down until I was completely naked and he rubbed the warm towel over my freezing body. It felt like every part of my boy that he touched was brought back to life.

He handed me a new pair of pants and helped me get up. He led me to the bed and I didn't complain. I laid down, felt its comfort, and fell into a deep slumber.