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

Chapter 30

Harry's POV:

I don't know what had gotten over me yesterday. It was like I was floating on a cloud 9 and nothing would make me stop. Besides, I didn't mean to go several rounds with Lou last night, but for the life of me, i couldn't stop and neither could he. I was awake for an hour and a half now, savouring in the sight of sleeping Louis. He looked like an angel, delicate and soft. His features lit up admirably under the moonlit setting of the room, or the dawn taking over the sky. I didn't bother to look at the time because I was too engrossed in watching him, sleeping peacefully, shirtless, his chest heaving with every breath he took, his hands flailing on his pillow, his hair messy and dishevelled, his throat doing the ocassional bobbing, his lips looking red but soft and kissable, and a serene warmth radiating his perfect body. I wasn't thirsting as such but observing him like an obsessed stalker.

A sense of homeliness engulfed me when he faced me. His eyelashes were long and beautiful and so were his eyes. Knowing he was so tired and spent after our amazing night together felt amazing. I stopped myself from releasing a loud chuckle. I scooted closer to him on my own pillow as I traced his jawline with my finger. How could someone look so beautiful while sleeping?? How could someone look so captivating while sleeping??? He looked like a piece of art. I wanted to be the sculptor, if it meant he was my art to portray and paint. He hummed lowly as I retracted my finger from his jawline. I wanted to watch him for a few more minutes before he woke up.

I don't know why, but I felt like I was home with him. It felt like this warm feeling in my heart, like I had felt when I kissed that girl when I was 14. Hold on.....does that mean....that I- I like him?? My eyes widen at the thought. I immediately turn the other side. No no no, I.... can't like him! This is wrong. No no no...this is not true. It's just post sex emotions. Yeah....i don't like him. I can't! I took a deep breath as I felt Lou scoot closer to me since, it was getting colder. I felt his arm around my waist just loosely existing there and goosebumps erupted in my body. Is he-!?? Is he cuddling me??? I was holding in my breath as I felt him get more closer to me. Soon enough his breath shimmered on my neck and he whispered groggily in my ear,
"You are so warm, Curly...like a marshmallow" And then he goes back to sleeping. Curly?? Did he just gave me a nickname?!? I could feel his warmth radiating, through my back, and slowly I relaxed into falling asleep again. His touch made me feel safe even when I didn't feel like I needed to feel safe.

Louis's POV:

I woke up extremely hot and sweaty. Contrary to yesterday morning, it wasn't nearly the same. I realised I had been glued to Harry and have we been.... cuddling?!?? What the- I carefully backed away from him so not to wake him up and sat up rubbing my eyes. I looked over at the bedside clock, but instead of looking at the time, I was distracted by the shirt slip.

Harry was wearing a size too big because he tends to get cold at night so he grabbed whatever pair he could find in his wardrobe and fell asleep. His shoulder was visible, soft, smooth, creamy, skin gleaming out in the dimly lit room against the black shirt. And as I saw more, my eyes traced his skin more. The curve of his neck, the hickey it sported. A smile left my lips as I traced his jawline with my eyes. His features looked heavenly and his lips....oh god, his lips! I came back near him and scooted close enough to watch him carefully. I couldn't help the urge to swipe my hand through his coffee coloured soft curls. I did only so gently because they looked so fluffy. He turned on his back, facing the roof while turning his neck towards me. Is it weird that I like his nose? I mean, not like like in that way but in the sense that it was perfect. The sharpness and the edge it had, could cut through air. And it looked boopable to me. I don't know how to explain it. All I know is that he looked like a handsome god sleeping.

His one leg was out of the blanket revealing a bit of the black boxer briefs he had put on in a haste, because I wanted one more round with him before going to sleep. It was completely uncalled for what we did last night. I did not expect either of us to keep going. No matter how tired we got, we became more and more desperate to have each other and I have never felt this much desire build up inside me from just looking at someone or recalling a night. I had never felt so needy for someone and safe with anyone. What does that make Harry for me?!? What does this make Us? Am I getting too soft??? Nah, I don't think so....I think it's just a hoax because of too many rounds yesterday. Yeah, I am not going soft. It's not like that.