I slept the rest of the day, and most of the night.
My exhaustion from getting up early, having my lovely Harry punish me, and lingering jet lag all lingering on me. Also the fact I was a talented sleeper.
When I finally awoke the next morning, at five thirty am to be exact, I had a blanket tucked around me, but no Harry. "Styles?" I groaned, blinking hard in the dark room as I sat up on my right elbow and reached over to pat the bed for Harry but he wasn't present.
Then fully awakening, I switched on the lamp next to my side of the bed and sat his side of the bed was empty, yet still warm meaning he had left recently. Frowning I sat up and ran my hands down my groggy features as I looked around the dimly lit room. I liked the way the room had a misty glow when there was only a small lamp on, it looked like something out of a story or movie.
Yawning obnoxiously I did an over dramatic stretch, then saw a folded white note on Harry's pillow, an object that made me grin curiously as I grabbed the paper prior to flipping it open.

Dear Louis,
I went to go get something I had been meaning to for awhile. There's food in the mini fridge, don't eat to much! Be back about noon, stay in the
hotel room, and I love you!
~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx

Biting my lip as I shook my head at the note, I placed it back down on the pillow then flipped back the covers to get up and go searching for something good to eat since I hadn't a bite yesterday.
Much to my excitement I found the fridge stuffed with an assortment of food like Harry had promised, so I settled on a couple of different flavored yogurts, then walked out to the living room area to eat them on the couch.
The hotel room resembled a small yet classy apartment. One I hadn't gotten the chance to fully explore due to us being destracted with other problems, such as Harry's dad. Just the thought of the horrid man gave me chills, one's I was willing to pass on.
Then there was also the situation with Carson which had just limped back into my mind. I still was debating on telling Harry or not. I mean, last night he hadn't even noticed my bruise when he was punishing, then screwing me. So maybe it was just a subject I should brush by. Though, I didn't really like the idea of lying to him honestly.
Well I wasn't technically lying, I was just keeping secrets, but both were equally as bad.
Sighing, I placed down the remainder of my yogurt, suddenly not hungry anymore as my stomach bubbled from a small weave of stress.
Chewing on my lip, I got up and wandered back into the bedroom, our clothes from yesterday still scattered across the floor. Shuffling through the pile of it, I then successfully contrapted my phone and sat down on the floor as I texted Shailene and my mum informing them I was out of town on football coaching buisness, even though that was a complete lie.
A lie I wasn't ready to correct.
Once I had assured myself their minds would be at ease I did actually call my job and inform that I might not be there on Friday considering Harry had mentioned we'd be out of town three days or so.
After I had finished all my importent buisness I decided to take liberty in exploring our hotel room, even though I knew there would be nothing interesting to mess with. Humming a tune to myself, one I made up in Primary school, I began to open closets and basically every door I found minus the front one.
Most of the places were empty though, except for the closet which held out luggage, and I felt as if I'd get a limb ripped off if I went through Harry's luggage so I didn't.
My feet then caused me to wander into the connecting room of my living room, one that led to the balcony, and I saw much to my surprise a piano nestled in the corner. "Didn't see you last night." I say to the brainless piece of glossy black wood as I pulled out the bench then sat down as I slid the cover off, revealing a set of pure white keys.
Biting my lip I brushed my fingers over the notes, then attempted to form the tune I had been humming just a moment ago.
After a few minutes of pressing random combinations of keys I managed to get the right one and it actually sounded pretty good! Then suddenly an excited smile swept onto my face as an exciting idea swept into my mind.
I would write a song for Harry!
I mean, he always wrote songs for me, and I wanted to show him I cared about him just as much didn't I?
Quickly hopping up I ran back into the kitchen where there was a note pad and pen on the counter, then ran back over to the piano as I wrote the notes down, repaying the combination a few times, more pleased with the melody after every test.
For the next hour or so, I sat there. Furiously tapping on piano keys to create a combination of notes. Once I had finally made one long enough, and okay enough to be a song, I began to write the lyrics. This part was hard at first because I didn't really know how to write lyrics, but in time I found everything flowing smoothly.
Soon my work was complete, two pages written of lyrics, and three written of notes. Now there was just the complication of learning it by heart before Harry got back.
Looking up at the clock I saw it was now nine, which gave me about three hours if he came home right at noon. So that's what I did, practiced my song as much as I could until directly at eleven o' one, the sound of Harry's boots stomped through the front door as he swung it open.
"Louis?" He called, his voice chirpy in a pleaseng way as the door shut, and I scurried to shuffle the music together before he saw it. "In here!" I called, shutting the piano as I met him half way to the connecting room.
"Hey baby!" He says, his body clad in tight black jeans with a dark green t-shirt. "Hey Haz!" I said in response, mimicking his ethusiam as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug before kissing my head. "Where did you go?" I asked, his skin cold against mine, for I was only wearing my sweats. A pair I had changed into when I took a water break fourty minutes ago.
"Tattoo shop." He said, kissing my head as he pulled away from me and pinched my cheek, looking down at me with a smile. "Oh? What did you get?" I ask curiously, wondering if his note had been referring to a tattoo he had been meaning to get. "Let me show you." He then grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the living room, a chuckle leaving my lips.
"What's wrong with showing me in the other room?" I ask, sitting down on the couch as he bit his lip. "Because the lighting is better in here. Duh." He teases, the both of us sharing a glance as he cleared his throat. "Remember the first night we made love? And I told you I wanted to get a tattoo deticated to you when we had that ling conversation?" He asked, me nodding in reconition.
"Yes, but wasn't the butterfly for me?" I asked in response, to which he shrugged. "Yes, but these are more obvious."
Obvious? Dear God I hope he didn't get my face tattooed on his chest or something.
"How so?" I ask, then he peeled off his shirt, revealing the flawless inked body. Not inked in the punk way though. "Come here." He says, gesturing for me to come to him as I squinted my eyes, searching for new tattoo's, but saw none.
"Okay." I say, standing up and walking up to him.
"Here's the first one." He says, grabbing my hand then index finger before placing it over his heart where I then saw my name tattooed across his heart in black cursive.
For a moment all I could do was stay quiet in surprise as my finger tip traced the perfect curve of each letter. "You got my name tattooed there?" I ask, the gesture making my stomach flutter with butterflies as a soft smile appeared on my face. "Yes, I did. Because my heart is yours." He said softly, then moved my finger down to his left rib cage.
"Here's the second one." He says, and surprise drowns me again. Across his ribcage in a shimmery gold he had, "The boy with blue eyes, and a golden heart." Tattooed there, in a strange kind of print that looked exotic. "Oh Harry." I say, my fingers curling over the marking as he looked down at me with pink cheeks.
"I wanted to put evidence on my body that you belong to me." He shrugs, then I laugh as I then pulled my fingers away and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Your so sweet." I say, his arms wrapping back around me as he kissed my head and nuzzled his face into my hair.
"Only for you." He said, making my heart beat. These tattoo's in a matter of moments had caused some kind of shift in my body.
I felt something warming up in there, something I had never felt before, but what was it? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that it made me so happy right now that I felt like my heart was going to burst.
"Thank you." I mumbled against his skin, the smell of the ink from the fresh tattoo lingering around him.
"Your welcome." He then sighed. "So what did you do while I was gone?" He asked, and my heart jolted with excitement. "C'mon! Come see." I say, then pulling away this time as I grabbed his hand, our fingers lacing together perfectly, and I dragged him into the connecting room where the piano and my music sat.
"See what?" He chuckled, letting me drag him, then stopping when I did. "I wrote you a song." I said, my voice going a bit soft as I looked up at him shyly then let go of his hand as I walked over to the piano and sat down. "Awww Louis! You didn't have to." He says, but I shush him. "Well I did so shut up and take a seat." I order playfully, and he pulls himself up on the piano as I open it, setting up my music.
"And what is this song called my love?" He asks, "I recond I'll call it Look After You." I say, taking a deep breath then clearing my throat as I began to sing.
The whole song I didn't dare make eye contact with Harry I sang the best I could, my voice cracking in a few places from nerves as my fingers glided over the keyboard. Once I then finished, I quickly closed the piano and looked down as I shurgged. "So yeah, a Louis Tomlinson original." I said quietly.
"I knew you were a keeper." Harry then states, his feet making a small thump as he jumped off the piano and then grabbed my chin before tilting it up.
"I think for your first song, that was amazing." He whispers, leaning down and pressing our foreheads together before placing his lips over mine softly, my body reacting quickly by cupping his cheek as he snaked an arm around my waist, kneeling down on one knee to reach me better.
Our lips moved slowly together, his soft and plump, mine a bit rough from lack of chapstick and thin. After we kissed for a moment he then pulled back and kissed my nose. "I love you Louis." He breaths, rubbing my lower back as I nod slowly in understanding. "I love you to Harry." I say, pinching his cheeks as he giggled and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.
"You should let me record you singing that when we get home, it would sound amazing." He offers, nuzzling his face into my neck as I run my fingers over his shoulders. "That would be cool." I sighed contently.
"When are we going home by the way?" I asked. "When they release my mum from the hospital." He mumbles against my neck as I nod. "And when is that?" I ask. "No later then Sunday." He assures, pulling away from me. "That means when we're not visiting with her or Gemma we'll be having Louis and Harry time." He informed, a slight smirk begining to form as I turn up my nose.
"I rather sleep with the fishes." I say curtly, but playfully. "Oh is that so?" He asked, then standing up half way as I nodded stubbly. "Yes tis is." I state, and he shakes his head. "Sure." He says sarcastically then takes his index fingers and tazes my sides hard.
"Harry!" I squeal, slapping his hands away as he did it again, leaving my side burning, then ran out of the connecting room laughing. "I'm going to get you!" I state, jumping up and darting after him as he tore
towards the door, and opened it. "Lets see how long it takes." He chuckles, slipping out the door as I shake my head with a smile and rush after him.
When I stepped out of the hotel room I saw him already running down the hall, but much to my luck there was a dead end. "Bad choice Styles!" I call, running after him, then once I was about ten inches away I took a leap of faith and jumped on his back which nearly knocking him over. "Careful!'' He squeals, stumbling to the side as I wrap my legs and arms around him tightly.
"Caught you." I say, and he tickles my feet as I grips my thighs. "That was a brilliant jump." He says, turning around before running back down the hall again, only in the opposite direction which was the stairs, then he begin to run down them as we both howled with laughter. Me clinging to him tightly, as he struggled to keep his grip on
me while he ran down the steep steps.
"Where are we going?" I ask, but he says nothing as he only squeezes my thighs in response, then swurves left once we reach the bottom of the stairs. "I'm taking you to sleep with the fishes." He informs, as I then see he was heading for the door that led to the outdoor pool.
"Wait a moment!" I shouted, realizing what my charmer was about to do. "To late!" He shouted back, people giving us nasty looks as he walked through the door that led outside into the chilly air. "Hold your breath." He warns before doing a running jump into the pool.
When my body hit the water it was a shock, because it was freezing, but I couldn't do nothing but laugh as we both popped back up to the surface.
"You idiot!" I tease splashing him, and he laughs as he swims over and wraps his arms around my waist; pulling my wet body into his. "I'm your idiot." He says, pressing our foreheads together as the water enclosed us in a chilly grasp.
"Yeah. The one who will be the death of me." I chuckle, pecking his lips as he brushed a strand of wet hair out of my face. "I believe it is quite the opposite Mr. Tomlinson." He informs, biting his trembling bottom lip as we both shivered in union, then smiled at the same exact moment.
"We should probably get inside before we get sick." I state, deciding not to take the idiot conversation any further because my body was already shivering in the sharp cold.
"Yeah, I'd hate to see you catch a cold on my account." He sighs, kissing my forehead before pulling his arms away from me and swimming over to the steps of the pool, me doggie paddling over shortly after. "Good thing they offer towels here." He said, helping me up the steps of the pool as I shivered.
"Thank goodness."
We both then huddled together as we walked back inside, then pulled down two twels from the towel rack and wrapped them around our bodies.

"When we get back inside I'll run us a hot bath to make up for jumping into a freezing pool." Harry informs, our feet making squishy noises on the carpet, then sqeaking one against the stairs as we quietly climbed up them, my heart still fluttering from the sweet moment we had just had.
One that was definately going to make me smile when I was rotting away like a prune.
By the time we had made it back up to the hotel room I was a bit warmer, but still shaking as he held open the door for me. "The bathroom here is big enough for two." He says, slipping an arm out from his towel to wrap it around my shoulders as he guided me over to the bathroom.
"Wow, this isn't bad actually." I comment once I got a glimpse of it. There was a bathtub in the corner of the room, definately big enough for the both of us to squeeze into, and the room brightly lit.
"Go ahead and undress, I'll start the bath." He says, and I nod as I let the towel fall then kick off my wet sweats and boxers while he started the water. "You can get in, it's already warm." He offers, stepping aside, his eyes briefly scanning over my body as he turned away to undress himself. "Ahhh.." I moaned, slipping into the hot water with a satisfied breath.
"That sounded sexual." Harry teases, which makes me roll my eyes as he peels off his jeans, and boxers then gestures for me to scoot foreward. Once I had moved foreward he sat down behind me then wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me inbetween his legs, resting his chin
on my head as the warm water soothed our blue skin.
"I haven't taken a bath with anyone in awhile." Harry then informs after a moment's silence, and I nod. "I haven't taken a bath with anyone ever." I confirm, which makes him laugh as he combs his fingers through my hair like a monkey. "I'm glad to be the first." He states proudly, me smiling as I relaxed under his touch, loving it when he did his sweet gestures.
It was amazing really. If you compared us now to how we were nearly three monthes ago, you'd be shocked at how much improvement there was. I would've never pictured us here a little while back. It was actually a bit of a tongue twister to think about how much has happened. How much drama occured, how much I needed him now, how much I liked him now, basically loved him! So many secrets being uncovered, some shocking, some adorable.
That was what led up to my risky question.
"When was the last time you self-harmed?" I asked quietly, tilting my head back to look up at him. Harry then became very still, that sparkle in his eyes dulling as he bit his lip and looked away. "The last time I visited my mum, but I'm trying to stop. T-To stop for you." He chokes out, his
voice becoming tight as he let his hands rest on my chest, his knee's tightening their grip around me.
"You really are trying to stop for me?" I asked, and he nodded. "I've been fighting every temptation to do so. I want to be strong for y-you, Louis." He says, his body begining to tremble as I started to trace a heart on his arm, letting the words sink in. "When did you decide to stop?" I ask, trying to force away any unpleasent fears that were tip toeing in.
"When I first met you." He then took a shakey breath.
"It was so hard Louis, before I met you. I felt s-so alone, and worthless."
I could hear his throat getting tighter. Was this topic really that sensitive of a subject for him? So sensitive that in a matter of moments he was about to cry over it. It almost made me feel guilty for asking, but it was to late to take it back now, and we needed to talk about it.
"Everyday was nothing more then a repetitive cycle, occasionally altered by someone deciding to ruin my day. Each morning my chest was heavy, my stomach tight, and body weak."
He nuzzled his face into the back of my neck, my heart begining to twist for him as I nodded for him to go on.
"I felt dead even though I was scientifically alive. I felt like my life had no m-meaning." His voice then cracks sharply the way it did before someone cried. A sound pityful to the ears of a loved one.
"B-But then I-I m-met you." He heaved before, I felt his salty tears smear on the back of my neck as he started to sob softly, holding me tighter as my chest tightened, my eyes welling up.
"B-But then I-I m-met you." He had said, the words having a tremendious impact on me, that unfamiliar feeling begining to become more defined, yet undefined.
"Harry please don't cry." I pleaded, laying back against him as he sniffled. "I wish I could hold it b-back. I'm supose to be your Superman, the one you look up t-to." He stammers, kissing the back of my neck as I sighed softly. "Well lets just pretend instead that I'm your Superman." I whisper, resting my hands over his.
"B-But-" He starts, but I cut him off by shushing him. "Let me." I say, a bit more firmly as he nodded silently in hesitant agreement. I then laced my fingers through his as I give them a light squeeze.
"Perhaps an outlet would help?" I suggest, him shaking his head in response. "I already have one, you." He informs, kissing my shoulder as he rests his chin there. "Well aren't I special." I laugh, pulling his arms tighter around me as he sniffled and nipped at my shoulder.
"Very." He says. Then I nearly did it. I nearly told him about Carson, the guilt starting to welt up. "Harry I have-" I start, but bite my tongue harshly as I shake my head. "What love?" He asks, and I sigh. "I was
thinking about getting a trim." I said, him shaking his head. "No. I like your
thick hair." He whines, kissing my head.
"Is that because it makes good sex hair?" I ask, smirking slightly, as he chuckled and kissed my cheek.
"Forever is never going to be enough time with you." He mumbles against my cheek as he kisses it again and I smile softly. "Hey. I'll spend forever with you if you wash my back and let me wash yours." I say in response, another chuckle rumbling from his lips as he pressed them to my ear.
"There he lay; pure and golden. A
dream in my arms, words unspoken. He begs me to stay, I do it in a moment. Yet he hides his wings, scared they are broken. He flutters in fear. He knows not that my heart is his token."
He whispers, kissing my ear as I feel myself go into a trance, one that involved my stomach fluttering violently.
"That was beautiful just like every inch of you." I find the capability to muster as he kisses my neck. "I've never been so in love with anyone in such a short time. I never thought the person I wanted to step on a lego would become the person I wanted to marry." He admits.
There was that marriage word again. One that made my heart race. A feeling I had never felt before.
"I decline your offer of marriage because you wanted me to step on a lego." I tease, knowing only how to use humor in an intimate moment like this because I wasn't use to my body reacting so violently to simple words I had a dozen times in many fashions.
"What? You don't want to marry the handsome billionare?" He scoffs, and I laugh as I kiss his arm. "I don't wanna marry a billionare, I rather marry Harry Styles." I sigh, the words making my throat tight with embarassment. Harry then smiled softly.
"All I need or want is you. You make my knee's go weak, my heart leap into my throat! And every moment I'm not with you is a moment I can't breath." He says, then I twist my body around slightly to face him.
"The same way you feel when I kiss you?" I whisper, and he nods as our damped lips then pressed together while our bodies splashed around in the warm water.

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