Untouchable

Chapter 20

A/N

So there was originally supposed to be a chapter or two before this one but I couldn't for the life of me come up with an idea. So yeah. I hope it doesn't seem like I'm rushing things.

Also, it hasn't been a month and I updated! What's wrong with me?

Nah, I just made the cover for the book I'm going to do after this series is over and it's making me all excited to write it.

So, without further ado, I think you guys will really like this chapter!!

Love you!

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Louis' POV

I hated to admit it, but I really had had fun with the boys. I had never been scared of them, just scared of what they would say. I didn't want them to confront me or dig for details about what was going on in my head.

They didn't though. They seemed to know not to.

The only one that seemed off was Liam, but he had loosened up after I had spoken to him. I guessed that he didn't know what the boundaries were with me, what I was okay with and what I wasn't.

It made sense.

He'd relaxed after I'd spoken to him and it had made the night better.

I had left eventually because Harry had called to tell me that he was coming to my house and I knew that he could be there alone but I didn't want him to be. I didn't know if he was upset about fighting with Felix or not and I just missed him in general.

Harry seemed fine when I got home. He greeted me with our customary hug and I clung on to him for an extra few seconds. It was getting cooler outside and he was warm.

"Hi," he said again once I stepped away.

"Hi," I responded.

I just had to stand there and stare for a moment. It hit me at sudden times, how alive he was. I'd come so close to losing him that I just had to take it in sometimes, that he wasn't dead. That he was okay.

"What?" he asked, but he was grinning at me.

I shook my head. I felt unusually giddy.

"Nothing," I said.

We went upstairs to my little home theater room. The couches were more comfy.

He flopped down on the protruding part and pulled me down with him. I fell with a loud squak that if I made in front of anybody but Harry, I would have been incredibly embarrassed.

"Idiot," I said, but I couldn't bother with actually being mean.

We were squished together and Harry's feet dangled off the end of the sofa, but I decided that I had never been more comfortable.

Harry laughed, his breath hot on my neck.

"So how was it? Were the boys as terrifying as you thought they'd be?" he asked, reminding me of a concerned parent.

"I told you, it was fine. It was scary at first, you know, you absolute bastard for leaving me alone like that. But I don't know, it got really normal after a while. I had a bit of a chat with Liam cause he was acting all weird, but it was better after that. But yeah, it went great. It was just like it used to be, you know?" I said.

Harry nodded.

"That's great then," he said.

I nodded.