One Direction Preferences 3

You Wake Up While He's Carrying You~

HARRY:

You blinked open your blurry eyes to feel yourself being lifted gently by someone's strong arms. At your first breath, you recognized the scent as distinctly Harry.

You pulled your face out of the crook of his neck, causing him to look down at you lovingly and whisper, "Hey there, kitten. I'm jus' carrying you to bed, pretty girl, close your eyes."

You did as you were told and smiled into his skin, as he began to climb the stairs to the bedroom. You passed by the coffee table to see the countertop covered with your pain meds and tons of chocolate, teddy bears, and picture frames. The gesture was so nice, you forgot about the searing pain almost everywhere.

"Harrehhhhh..." you groaned, sore and the pain flooding back to you like a bad memory.

"I know, I know, kitten. It'll be okay. We're almost there." He soothed. You let out a grunt of pain as he took the first step in a long, normal stride, and you bit down on his shoulder to ease some of the throbbing, blinding discomfort.

He never complained, even when his shoulder would have large bruises that you would apologize for again and again. Anything that makes you feel better, love, he would always reply. This always happened when you had to be lifted out of your wheelchair.
"Hazza, I hurt..." You whined, yelping and biting down on his shoulder rather harshly when he scaled the second stair too quickly as well. "I know it hurts, baby, I know. I'm so sorry. I wish I could take it away from you, sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

This speech got you entranced enough by his raw, slow words, and sure enough, the next thing you knew, you were being laid down gently on the bed and being carefully spooned by your amazing boyfriend Harry.

It was the one place on earth where you and Harry were equal, and it was perfect, because it didn't matter that you couldn't walk and your body was sore, what mattered is that the moment was perfect and he was perfect and you felt worthy.
Only Harry could do that for you.

You kissed him deeply, and finally pulled back to curl up in his arms.
All your pain numbed as you felt yourself relax in his warm embrace.

LOUIS:

And it startles you, because you have a dark past. When you awake in his arms after a severe panic attack, you begin to scream ,thrashing out at the man holding you. But the man holding you isn't an abuser, it's Louis, your caring boyfriend.

As he holds you down gently, whispering the melody to 'Moments,' you begin to come to your senses more.  Then, you begin to cry, because you just felt so strange having flashbacks, and ashamed because you thought Lou, your Lou, was going to hurt you, and because you feel guilty for hitting him.

"Baby, now, it's okay, I'm just going to carry you to bed now, is that okay?" you are still scared as you nod, and as he carries you to the bedroom to get changed, you flinch away from his touch as he lifts up the hem of your shirt carefully.

Your hands clap over your eyes as you tremble, memories blurring your vision. "Babe." He whispers quietly, his voice low and sympathetic as he drops your shirt and you curl into a ball against the door. "Babe."

He helps you up, and looks you dead in the eyes as he helps you change into your pajamas, telling you exactly what he's going to do. "I'm going to touch you now," "I'm going to take this off," "I'm going to put this on," and you begin to relax.  You watch him with wide eyes, finally coming to your senses.


"It's fine, love, it's fine. I've got you," You throw yourself into his arms as he lifts you, and say, "I know he's not going to hurt me, 'm so stupid, really, I'm okay-" he hushes you.