Lifeline (A Larry Stylinson Fan-Fiction)

Everything About You

~Harry's POV~

I just can't stop thinking about him. It's not just his lips or his eyes, it's every little detail and quirk that makes him him. Louis. Louis William Tomlinson. My incredible boyfriend. Mine. All mine. He belongs to me. Not Eleanor. Not the girl at the restaurant that seemed to flirt with him. Not the woman on the first floor here on business. No one else but me. He belongs with me, Niall, Liam, and Zayn. He belongs with us and I think I'm in love with him. No. I am in love with him.

I don't know what has gotten into me but I like it. I like how confident I am with him, I feel like I can take on the world and he'd be right by my side to support me. Honestly, it feels like I don't exist if I don't have him. He's just so perfect. I need him.

Now that I have him I can't lose him. I have to show him how much I care. How would I do that? Flowers and chocolates? No, too girly. I don't know. Maybe I could take him out on a date and tell him. Yeah, that sounds perfect. And now, to start planning.

Louis's POV
I'm happy to see Harry's arm is cut free. It breaks my heart to see him hurt and not be able to help. It's only been a few days, but any day without relapse is a good day.

Right now, I'm on my way to Harry's room with breakfast so we can cuddle and watch movies. Today's going to be a great day.

"Morning Hazza" I say as I enter his room smiling at his response. He's just so adorable. I sit down on the bed beside him and peck his forehead before dishing out the eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes. I pour syrup on his pancakes before handing it to him and setting his orange juice on the nightstand. He smiles and thanks me as he begins to eat.

It's good to see him eat without thinking he's going to throw it up after. I remember when he told me about the voices in his head and how hard it was for him to eat some days. I'm glad today isn't one of those days.

I eat my food and just observe the way he's eating, carefully watching his face and hands. I love the way his fingers are curled around the fork and he bends his neck a little to meet the fork from time to time. His lips pursed as he cuts another piece of pancake and eyes slightly closed as he eats it. His long, dark eyelashes lightly fanning over his creamy, soft cheeks. A bite of toast here and sip of orange juice there. A little while later we were finished and laying down. I whispered sweet nothings in his ear and pressed kisses to his cheeks to hear the adorable giggles fall pass his lips. He is just so beautiful. Oh, how I wish he could see.

He could light up a room with that smile, and those luscious, plump, pink lips...ugh, just thinking about them could turn me on. Piercing emerald green eyes could leave you in puddles. Pale, porcelain skin so soft and beautiful it could easily disgrace the best china. He doesn't have to try, because he was born this way. He was born beautiful; perfect. Anyone saying otherwise is irrelevant. Their mouths should just be quiet because if it denies his beauty, it never tells the truth.

"You're so fuc.king perfect." I say lightly kissing below his ear and trailing butterfly kisses down his neck. Mostly butterfly kisses, there were a few open mouth ones. I kissed my way back up before planting my lips on his in a soft, loving kiss. I licked his bottom lip silently asking for entrance. He wouldn't open his mouth, quietly chuckling against my lips. I'll get you to open your mouth. I grabbed his butt, squeezing it and pulling him closer to me. He gasped against my mouth letting out a small moan giving me access to his tongue. Our lower halves were now touching, and I could feel the bulge in his lounge trousers growing.

I pulled back to look into his eyes. They were clouded by lust. I could see the bliss in his features as I scanned his face. I brought my eyes back up to his, asking him a silent question. He nodded his head.