when i was your man

i love like i never did

December 31st, 2011

(Louis' pov)

It already was like Harry was living at my house. The last weeks he was carring for me. I had multiple breakdowns and burnouts. Every morning I woke up seeing the love of my life laying besides me. He always looked so cute and heartwarming when he was sleeping. It's like you look at an angel. He looks peaceful. "Morning, babyangel." I said to him while giving him a kiss on the forhead. For two weeks are holidays now, so we didn't have to wake up early. My mother and her boyfriend weren't home this year, just like my sisters. They were at my dads house. Because I was so unstable, I decided to stay home with Harry. His parents also went on holidays. That meant him and I were on our own for a few weeks. "Morning, Loubou. You feel better?" Last night I had another breakdown. When I was at the supermarket a girl from school cam eup to me to congratulate me afterwards. Out of nowhere two arms were hugging me tight. I tried to act like it's okay, but when I sat down in the car I started crying so hard. There were so many flashbacks, I couldn't handle it anymore. One hour I just sat there crying. When I came back home, Harry already waited for me. He saw how red and swollen my eyes were and comforted me directly.

"What's wrong, baby? Tell me." He said while running his hands through my hair. "She hugged me out of nowhere. I-... I don't kno- know her. Well, I do... B.but just from o-one class." I said and cuddled into his chest even tighter. "I know that you don't like it. But maybe if you would tell me why, I could help you. Clearly you don't have to, baby, but don't you think someday you will have to tell me? You can't keep it for yourself forever. You know I love you, Loubou. And I swear to god, I will keep it to myself forever." He kissed my head and waited for minutes for me to speak up. While he waited, he stroke my back lightly and kissed me many more times. "Six years ago... hmmm... ok. So six years ago my mother started dating this guy. I don't know where they met. First I thought he is not that bad, but when he started living with us it started to get weird. When he said goodnight, he came to my bed, stroke my whole body and yeah... It got worse and worse over the weeks until he began to, well... he started to rape and abuse me. I still feel his hands over me, when strangers or people I just don't love touch me. And, ohh Harry..." I said and broke down another time. He just cuddled and calmed me. His words were so loving. "Louis. He is not here. There is no chance he will ever touch you again. And if there will be a chance, I will make him stop, whatever I have to do for that. You are so young, you should not live in fear for your whole life. You are so beautiful, precious, cute, hot, golden and just perfect. I will never leave you alone. If you ever need something, I'm here. Even if we fight, then I will forget the fight and do everything for you. I love you so much. You are my baby, Lou. I love you, precious." I looked up to him and stared into his beautiful green eyes. "I love you. Hope, we'll marry some day. I love you, Hazza. Thank you for everything." 

"I'm fine, I guess." I gave him a kiss and walked down to the kitchen. I wanted to make him some pancakes. I know he loves them and he was just so presious and comforting last night. I looked for all the ingrediants, put everything in a bowl and started to cook them. Well, none of them looked like a pancake but I tried my best. They more looked like, actually I don't even know. Could be anything. "Hazza!" I yelled upstairs. I heard a loud noise, as if someone fell down. Then I saw a curly headed boy running down the stairs with a bright smile on his face. "Pancakes?" He said with excitement. I just placed one pancake in front of him and smiled shyly. He looked at it, with a curious face. "Is this even eddible?" Laughing he looked at me. I crossed my arms infront of my chest and made a pouting face. "Don't judge a book by it's cover, Harold." I said offended. He took a bite and looked back up at me. "Actually... It's not bad. Last times were better, but it's eddible." He said with a grin on his face. I just stuck out my tongue and turned away to get the other pancakes.

"They were really bad, think you have to make breakfast tomorrow." I nearly choked on my pancakes, because they tasted so bad. The last times they were definitly better. Well, maybe it was because I forget the sugar and put to much salt in it. "Yeah, better it is." He said with an agreement. I just nodded and put our plates in the dishwasher.

"Are the boys comming over for new years eve?" Harry asked me. "Yeah, think so. Gonna ask them, ok?" We were laying on the couch arm in arm. I pulled him closer and gave him a kiss on his forhead. "Okay, can we call them now?" He asked and made a pouting face while looking at me. "You really wanna throw our time together away? We can call them later." "But what if they can no longer, because others invited them already?" With a sigh I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialed their numbers. "Hey, Liam. You wanna come over tonight?" "Yeah sure. What 'bout the others? They're coming too?" "Yeah, Niall will and Zayn we have to ask now." "Ok great! When should I come?" "Around 8 p.m.?" "Ok, should I bring alc?" "Nah, we have enough at home." We talked a bit longer and then I hang up. I called Zayn and he said yes too. I could see the joy in Harry's face and it made me so happy. He is such a ball of happiness, even if there are downs too. He is my ball of happines. At this moment I loved like I never did.

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Next chapter is gonna be only Harry's pov. I just think there isn't much to add, about Harry's pov.

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