safe haven │ larry stylinson

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Louis' POV

Wrapped in a blanket, Louis laid in Harry's arms. They were watching Friends but he didn't focus on the TV. His eyes were closed and he enjoyed the feeling of Harry's fingers stroking gently over his skin. He could smell Harry's shampoo. It was still the same one even after all these years, the fragrance of vanilla surrounded Louis and he absolutely loved it.

Suddenly Harry started laughing and his chest vibrated. Louis grinned and looked up at him. "What's so funny?"
"Didn't you listen-" He tried to control his laughter. "Ross just- he said" He laughed and Louis couldn't help but start to laugh as well. Harry had that kind of laugh that made other people happily join in. It was one of Louis' favourite sounds.

He listened to Harry who tried to explain the joke to him but he didn't understand. Nevertheless he laughed. Not in amusement over the joke he didn't even get, moreover because Harry was laughing. He kissed the two birds on his chest and laid back down focusing on the episode.

As it ended, Harry sighed. "I could do that all day"
Louis smiled. "What? Watching Friends? Haz, after one episode I'd sleep like a baby"
"Yeah, well actually you did that" Harry giggled and Louis grinned. Fucking adorable, he thought.
"Language, babe" Harry looked at him grinning.
Louis blushed. "Did I actually say that aloud?"
"Yeah you did" Harry grinned even more and kissed Louis' cheek.
"Oh" He blushed and grinned. "It's true though. You're adorable as fuck"
He laughed as Harry blushed and rolled his eyes.
"What I meant before was that I could do that all day. Laying here in bed with you, cuddling and kissing"
"Me too, boo" He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. "We should sleep though. Tomorrow's the next show"
"Finally" Harry grinned and Louis nodded in agreement. "Yeah, finally"

"Good night, Lou" He heard the raspy voice again and smiled.
"Good night, Haz. Do I get a goodnight-kiss?" He looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
"How could I ever say no to that?" Harry grinned and placed his lips on Louis'. He grinned as well and kissed the curlyhead back.
"And now, sleep. We have to rest"
"Good night" Louis whispered, covering Harry with his blanket.

He placed his head back on Harry's chest and started stroking over Harry's skin again. His fingers slid over the man's tattoos. They slid down from his elbow over every single tattoo on his arm. He stopped at the anchor on his skin and repeated his touches again and again. Harry sighed and Louis smiled. He knew how much Harry loved that. Nearly as much as he did.

The next time his fingers touched the anchor, he stroked along his wrist. Suddenly Louis felt something on Harry's skin inside his wrist. As soon as he turned his arm, Harry pulled it back. He looked up at him.
"Harry?"
"Hm?"
Louis noticed Harry's voice sounding unsure, nearly nervous. He himself was scared.

"What was that?"
"What?"
"You know exactly what I mean. Your wrist"
"I don't know-"
"Don't fuck with me, Harry" He took his arm and Harry tried to pull it away again.
"Please, Lou. I'm tired" Now it was obvious. Harry sounded scared.

"Let me see your wrist, Harry. Please"
"N-no. You can't- I don't- want that" His voice trembled.
"Trust me, please"
Carefully he pulled Harry's arm back and turned it around.
"Please Lou- stop"

When he looked at Harry's wrist, his heart dropped. His eyes grew wide.
The cuts on his wrist were just about to heal. Maybe two days old. Carefully, Louis' thumb stroke over them making Harry flinch.

He couldn't even say something. His mouth was try, his heart ached and he wanted to throw up. He knew what the cuts meant.
"Harry...what.." It wasn't more than a whisper. Louis couldn't look away from the scars. In his head the worst scenario started over and over again. Him losing Harry. The pain that filled Louis' body was indescribable. It made him sick only thinking about losing him. He couldn't lose him.