I want to shelter you - Larry Stylinson
Harry bit into the side of his check. He would not cry. He needed to stay strong for Louis. “Yea…yeah. We probably should go…” His words were scratchy and barely heard. His eyes were puffy and he darted his eyes this way, that way, anyway that wasn’t into Louis. Because then his knees would collapse and he would break under the dreaded thought of being alone…without Louis’ hand in his, Louis waking up next to him, talking to Louis, hearing his laugh….Harry craved contact and he wrapped his arms around Louis’ waist, making no attempt to grab his suitcase and leave. He leaned in, kissing Louis’ perfect lips. “No…no we shouldn’t go. I don’t want to go..I don’t…want to leave your arms…”
Louis laughed again at Harry’s blatant refusal to leave. “Babe,” he said, running his hands up and down his back in a comforting motion. “We have to go. Trust me, I don’t want you to leave either. I’m going to be even more miserable than you, really. Think about it, you might actually have fun.” Louis realized how poorly of a job he was doing to help Harry. He’d made it clear that he had to go, but he wasn’t doing a very good job of making Harry look forward to it. Maybe thinking he could get him to look forward to rehab was a bit of a far fetched idea, but he could make him dread it less. “I’m stuck here with Liam and Zayn and Niall, and a pregnant girl! Meanwhile, you get to go make new mates. Imagine all the lovely people you’ll meet. I bet they’re all fantastic, and you get to sit around and chat with them. It’ll be a fun time.”
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