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

Chapter 34

TW: it's long....

Harry's POV:

I woke cuddled in the arms of som- oh shit! Louis!? I stared in horror at the totally spent Louis right next to me, his arms around my waist and our faces turned towards each other. My head was killing me. Not to mention my throat felt scratchy and burning. I gently moved Louis's hand from my waist as I slipped out of the duvet and found myself stark naked. I searched the dingy room for my clothes and after wearing them hurriedly, stinging and wincing at the sudden bouts of pain shooting in my body from being used the previous night. I was about to put on my jersey shirt when I caught a number of hickeys on the front of my chest. And there was also scribbled "Lou s" on the right collarbone with a black marker. I immediately sprinted to the washroom to wash it off but it won't come off. While trying to rub the words scribbled, my eyes took in the sight of how those hickeys were red with a little blue in them. Jesus Fucking Christ! What the hell did we even do!???
Some were small but some were really deep and big as if worked on in a possessive need to claim. I traced some of the hickeys just below the collarbones and they still hurt a little.  My eyes fell over to the biggest one of them all, a little up from my stomach, close to my ribs. Fucking Animal!!!! Who does that!???? Even the makeup cannot cover these! What the fuck!?

I washed my face and came out to collect more of my stuff. I saw as Louis turned on his stomach still deep in sleep. His back was sporting dangerous scratches like a cat had gone all crazy on him. Holy- Did I do that? They were still shining a red against his caramel back. I fought the urge to touch them or feel them. He winced a little in pain and I immediately decided to leave. I left as soon as I can before Louis can wake up and talk or do anything really. I can't believe we did that! I was panicking so much that I didn't even wait for any cab or bus, I just started walking. I wonder what happened to Niall and Sam. God, I hope they had reached safely back. I decided to call Niall and as he picked up, I heard a very familiar voice in the background....Liam!??? What the actual fuck!? I asked him where exactly he was and he told me that some cab dropped them both over to Liam's house apparently and he has been nothing but welcoming. But, Liam????? Why would I give the address of Liam???

"Harry, you should come over here...at Liam's. I lost the keys to the house actually, at the smoke place. I will get the spare keys back but i don't know how long will it take..." Niall said, casually.

I guess it was okay to stay at Liam's for sometime. It's not like I had a choice anyway but anything to keep me away from Louis, especially after last night, would do right now. I was tired and my body was aching in all places. Okay you cannot walk all the way back Harold, you need a ride! I decided to hail a cab from the street and finally I reached Liam's house. I had never been to his house but Louis had sent me the addresses and contact numbers of Liam and Zayn after the club incident, in case I needed help. Can't believe something Louis did out of God knows what sentiment was actually helping me out right in this second.

I relaxed a little after watching Sam and Niall safe and sound sitting with Liam in the living room. I gave everyone a small smile as they all cheered at my presence. Liam showed me some room so I could freshen up. Maybe I was too anxious, tired, lost that I didn't register that there was stuff in that room. I just went straight for the shower. I really needed that shower. I smelled like Louis, sweat and sex and I wasn't fine with any of those! And considering how much I was in pain, I just knew the shower was gonna be long, boiling hot, sprinkled with loads of self-loathing and anger. After an hour long shower, I finally came out wearing a towel and boxers underneath it obviously but as soon as I did, I regret it. My eyes widened in shock. Oh fuck no!

Louis's POV:

I was panicking. I was definitely in pain and regretting everything that had happened last night with Harry. What the fuck!? I walked around the room, picking my clothes, putting them on. Can't believe my first instinct after waking up was to look for that incorrigible bastard! Ofcourse he left! He is a fucking coward! I huffed in anger as I went in the small washroom to wash my face. Holy Hell!? He has completely ruined my back!?? Had he lost it!? Fucking Hound! I turned around as much as I could to see the seemingly painful and brutal scratches my back showed. They were long and felt deep. On top of that, my neck was covered in hickeys and so were my thighs. Jesus! He actually took his time marking me huh!? How the hell did I even let him do this?? Didn't it hurt me while he was biting me??? And this is the effect of smoking a cigarette, a blunt laced with no such strong drugs....makes you wonder, doesn't it?