Guilty Pleasure (Larry Stylinson - Stranger sequel)

Chapter 39 (Giggles)

Harry POV

-       No, I won´t take it anymore, he makes bloody videos about every single thing, I am tired of showing him the middle finger, I want him out, right now- Michael complained, entering my bedroom at midnight

-       Ashton isn´t that bad- I say for the millionth time- You're just blowing things out of proportion

-       I am not blowing anything- Mikey tells me- He is weird, I want him out, send him to a hotel, but not in my room

-       Your room is the one that has the window that leads to the park- I tell him, grabbing my eyes cause I was really tired- Ashton needs that view, he feels trapped if he doesn´t have it

-       Oh, but he doesn´t feel trapped with a psycho captor in a basement, what a normal lad- he sarcastically add

-       C´mon Mikey go to sleep- I tell him putting a pillow in my head

-       No, he will kill me- he tells me- I won´t go back to that bedroom, and since he painted that stupid doodles he does on my white wall, I feel I am in a street!

-       Then go to the couch- I tell him a little annoyed, I just needed to sleep

-       No- he stood in the middle of my door, crossed arms against his chest and pouty mouth

I try to ignore Michael; he was acting like a little boy. He is right that Ashton is a little… different, but it's just cause he tries to be happy and find the positive in the negative. I like that about him, and the way he forgive Luke after he had him capture there, that was something bizarre, but from that to kill Michael, that was just bonkers.

-       Mikey- I tell him with a soft voice- you want to sleep here?

-       Thought you'd never ask- he tells me with a smile

Mike climb to my bed, I move to a side to give him some space. He is really tall and has a wide back, different than my noodle like body. He just covers with a side of the blanket and grabs his pillow.

-       Thank you Harry- he tells me

-       It's ok- I answer back

Something about having Michael there though, long time sleeping alone. Louis was so different, he was small and always used to hold me tight when we sleep, give me kisses in my neck. He smell really good too, it was something about the way he look at me, how our bodies touch, the way he grab my waist… that I miss at night.

-       Mikey, are you still awake- I ask a couple of minutes later, he was facing the opposite way

-       Yes- he said

-       Would you mind- I start a little nervous

-       What?- he tells me

-       Could you turn this way, and hold my waist- I say a little insecure, he for sure wasn´t Louis, in fact he was a perfect opposite of Louis, but he didn´t need to be Louis, he was Mikey.

He stays quiet for a while, odd coming from him. But then I could feel someone bigger grabbing my waist. It was a different body type, it wasn´t a small twink like Louis, it was an actual tall man, bigger hands, a little more weight, someone stronger. I had to caress his fingers; he was holding me, tight. Then I could feel his head resting on my neck

We didn´t say a word, Michael just got me there, he felt really good, his body against mine, it was a good feeling, I could say I was actually happy. Some tears fall, I didn´t thought I was going to feel happy, it has been many weeks of feeling absolutely miserable, but now I wasn´t anymore.