I Can't Stop Even If It's Wrong!!

Chapter 28

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Harry's POV:

Shit, How do I leave??? This is so weird...!??? Should I just leave without saying anything??? That will be more awkward. What am I doing here waiting for him to come back anyways!?? And fuck what possessed me to do that!? How did I end up like this????

I was sitting on his bed. He was in the washroom cleaning himself up after our steamy time together. It was just a blowjob, nothing else! It's okay, you have done that before! I was trying to calm my racing thoughts down. The image of Louis while I gave him the bj on the edge of the bed, moaning and panting and scratching my skull, was illegal. My mind wasn't able to wash it away. I don't know but something was different about last night, the way he looked. Otherwise why would I be still thinking about him...right?

He comes back with his shirt wet on the lower side. It was sticking to his abs and I couldn't stop staring at that. We awkwardly stand there, not looking at each other, scratching our necks or ears, not knowing what to do next. There was this tantalizing sensation still sparkling between us. Any moment that spark could turn into fire and I realised I have to leave. A few minutes pass by, after which I break the silence,

"I- I should leave.."

"Yeah..." He licks his lips.

I nod my head as I make my way towards the door. Suddenly I was turned around and Louis kissed me. Like it was a sweet peck and then he backs away quickly. My mind went blank at that time and I bid good night to him and sprinted off to my room. The smile that creeped up on my face as soon as I lay on my bed, it was inexplicable.

The next day I woke up to a burning smell sort of. I was a little sleepy, but still the smell was present. After a minute, I lazily get out of my bed and walk down towatds kitchen to see what was going on. I saw the pan on fire and Louis.... trying to cook? Or bake? It was hard to understand in the panic. I rushed to fill a utensil with water to extinguish the fire and somehow we both managed to not get the house burnt down.

"What were you doing??" I raised my voice just a bit and ask him switching off the oven and the stove.

"I was trying to cook breakfast.." he says softly sounding almost disappointed in himself.

I felt bad for raising voice at him.

"You could have just woke me up...you do realise I can cook right?" I politely tell him.

"Yeah yeah I know...The Harry Styles can do everything, he can cook, he can swim, he can be a fashion icon, he has amazing curly hair, can rock glasses, can write poetry, can bake, can dance, can kiss like a pro, can be anything he wants to be and Louis Tomlinson on the other hand is nothing but a piece of shit who can't even manage a fire! Oh how could he-" He angrily starts rambling. I couldn't stop staring at him and how cute he looked getting angry like that.

But what I couldn't understand was why he was so bitchy in the morning and why was he comparing us? We are both different people. He was getting angrier by the second and I had to find a way to calm him down because if I won't, the house will probably get blasted to pieces. I was trying to find something to say or do but then I sensed what this was about. He was missing his sister, Lottie. It was breaking for him to realise that today is her birthday but he can't make a cake for her, to celebrate her. He was giving himself way more hell for not telling her about Dad and me. It was like he was doing something illegal and he should be punished for that. At one point, he broke into tears and my heart lurched at his state. He was the only person who reconnected me with my sister and made my relations better with her. He has helped me through so much and all the while going through the loss himself. The worst part, he cannot even share his distress with his sister because he is trying to protect her.