✔️STRONG [L.S]

[7]

{LOUIS POV}
[ SMUT WARNING]

"Do you think he'll be able to perform tonight?"

"Well we can't very well canceled the show."

"What are we gonna do then."

"We'll just have to see when he wake's up I guess."

I couldn't hear what was being said, but voice's woke me up. I groaned, slowly opening my eye's. I winced at the bright light, running a hand over my face. My vision was still blurry, and I felt along the bed for Harry.

"Harry?" I whispered, finding the sheet's empty and cold.

"Right here boo." I heard a familiar voice say, followed by the mattress dipping. I felt a hand running through my hair, and I blinked my eye's rapidly, my vision slowly clearing up. I saw harry sitting next to me. His hand's pulled back, settling in his lap.

"How are you feeling." I jumped at the new voice, looking toward's the foot of the bed. Niall, Liam and Zayn were standing there, worry written on their face's. I don't know who spoke, but I answered anyway.

"Fine.." I said, my voice raspy from sleep. I pushed myself up into a sitting position, scratching the back of my head.

"Are you sure?" Zayn asked. I nodded.

"Yea. Probably just something I ate." I glanced over at Harry, who was looking at me as well. We both knew the real reason why I got sick. Fear.

"Will you be able to perform tonight?" Niall asked, chewing on his bottom lip. I waved him off.

"I got sick Niall. I'm not dying." I lied. I was dying. Inside that is. Slowly Harry would build me up, then break me down. I felt as though I were losing a bit of myself every time he broke down the wall's that he built to make me feel safe. And each time, I knew I was getting dangerously closer to the edge of my sanity. I scooted off of the bed, stretching as I stood up. I noticed that someone brought my suitcase into the room, so I walked over to it, unzipping it. After pulling out an outfit, I walked toward's the bathroom. I could feel the other's watching my every move, and I whipped around, my mouth set in a hard line.

   "I'm. Fine." Then I walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I sighed contently as I stepped into the hot water, closing my eye's. It felt good. I pushed all the thought's from my mind as I relaxed. This was one of the few places I could that anymore. I quickly washed my body and hair, then stepped out into the cool air. I shivered. After drying myself, I pulled on the clothes I picked out.
Black skinny jean's and a dark grey t-shirt. I walked out of the bathroom, leaning forward a I towel dried my hair.

   When I lifted my head, I saw That Harry was the only one in the room. My heart pounded against my chest, and I clutched the towel tightly in my hand's. He stared at me for a moment before slowly standing up, walking toward's me. I bowed my head, staring at my bare feet. Suddenly I felt his finger on my chin, pushing my face up. He leaned forward slowly, pressing his lip's softly against mine. My eye's fluttered shut, and I felt him turn around, making me walk backward's. Our lip's never left each other as he pushed me down onto the bed. He pushed his hip's against mine, moving in small circle's.

   "Fuck Harry..." I groaned against his mouth. I swear I could feel him smirk. My hand's instinctively reached up, my finger's tangling themselves in his soft curl's. He moved his head down, nipping at skin of my neck. I couldn't help but moan loudly. I tugged at his hair, which made him groan into my shoulder. I shivered as his cold hand's slipped under my shirt, touching everywhere he could reach. He ghosted over my nipples, making me gasp aloud. Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door.