Never Knew I Needed - Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter 20

[A/N]: MAH. GERD. Chapter 20?! That's like... 19 more chapters than I've written in my life... like ever! I'm generally a one shot type of person but I was like EH might as well give a chaptered fic a go... It's not like anyone will actually read it, anyway, I'll just dabble around a bit. Pfft! Dabble. I don't think dabblers get to chapter 20 on stuff. Maybe I'm just being judgemental. I dunno. WELL anyway. Here's the next chapter. This is kinda a filler... so I apologize if it's a plotless chapter of rambling fluff. STILL Harry's P.O.V, cause we never get enough of his thoughts...

Waking up for a second time that day was much better than waking up the first. Instead of early morning, it was late evening, and instead of waking up against a brick wall, I was sprawled out across something firm, yet comfortable, with a blanket covering me up. What I was laying on smelled like some sort of manly vanilla... a delicious smell. I squirmed slightly, realizing that my ribs were feeling a tad sore. My eyes were still closed, but they snapped open when fingers found their way into my hair. My senses summed it up... after I'd fallen asleep embraced on the love-seat with Louis, he must have lain back and pulled me with him, and I'd just been too tired to wake up. My poor Louis... my Louis that I had upset.

I pushed myself up onto my forearms so I could look at him. My eyes met his, and I found myself lost in his deep pools of blue. His fingers left my hair to lightly brush the large bump above my left eyebrow as he frowned and mumbled a soft, "Hello..."

"Hi," I breathed, and he gently took my face in my hands, pulling my head down so he could press his lips to my forehead. He held them there a moment until I gave a soft sigh of contentment, and he pulled back to gaze at my face again.

I was then aware of the commotion taking place in the kitchen. Whoever was cooking food clearly wasn't making it fast enough for Niall. I figured it was Liam, because Zayn was laughing hysterically, obviously getting a kick out of it. I simply remained where I was, staring down at Louis. Louis couldn't seem to stop petting me. He stroked my hair, traced patterns on my face and back, and softly ran his thumb over my jawline.

"What are you doing?" I asked him fondly as his fingertips danced across my cheekbone.

"Just being happy that you're back," he replied honestly.

His statement reminded me of the guilt I'd felt earlier, and I bit my lip, "I really am sorry..."

" No, no... it was my fault," he swallowed hard, arms reaching up around me as if to pull me closer, which was kind of impossible considering we were already chest to chest. "I told Zayn stuff that you didn't want shared..."

"You didn't mean to..." I shrugged. "I shouldn't have even brought this stuff to you guys in the first place. I should have just stayed out on the streets with it."

Louis froze beneath me, moving to sit up, "Harry, please, don't-"

"No, no, Lou!" I soothed quickly, trying to pat his face, but he sat up anyway, curling me to the side so he could cradle me oddly. "I mean before I knew you... I'm staying here now..." Some thing that looked like relief flitted cross Louis' beautiful features.

"The lovebirds are awake!" Zayn crowed from the kitchen.

"Just in time for dinner, too," Niall grumbled. "Which means I gotta share with more people."

Which reminded me, "You!" I poked Louis in the chest from my awkward position in his arms. "You need to eat something. I heard you've been skipping meals."

"Yeah? And what have you eaten, hmm?" he raised his eyebrows.

I furrowed my brow at him, "That's different."