Chapter 72

                                    

                                          
Chapter 72
                          
Harry's POV 
                          
We got home about an hour ago, Louis insisted I rest. Is he freaking kidding me? I've been in the hospital for like ten days, the last thing I need is rest. I tried to talk him out of it but he wouldn't hear of it so here we are laying in bed watching a movie. Louis fell asleep about  twenty minutes ago he's so cute, he's wearing one of my sweat shirts and a pair of boxers while curled up hugging the blankets. His mouth is hanging open and he's snoring, It's down right adorable. 
                          
I know Louis hates it when I do this but I couldn't help it. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture, or two or three. 
                          
I went on Instagram and chose my favorite picture of the three, I tagged Louis and then captioned it "Lou is so adorable when he's sleeping" lame caption but it's true. I hit post and smiled to myself. He'll hate me for it but it was worth it. 
                          
He must be so tired though, he's been rushing around and doing everything in his power to make sure I'm happy. He stayed at the hospital many times, he'd come and sit with me or read to me. He was always upset when he had to leave, as was I. He'd give me a kiss and whisper 'I love you' then he'd wave and head for the door. He's too sweet, I don't deserve him. 
                          
I've never been so in love before, and to know he loves me back makes it one thousand times better. He's so amazing and wonderful, I couldn't ask for anything more. He's all I need. 
                          
I've been 'resting' for almost an hour now and I'm bored out of my mind. Louis's still sleeping so I have no one to talk to. Seth keeps texting me and it's bugging me, yes I want to help his brother but it's Edward we're talking about. The guy who wanted me dead, probably still does. Why should I help him? I guess it's just the right thing to do....I have to admit I am a bit worried...no, worried doesn't even begin to describe it. More like terrified. He's physically hurt me twice, he's bullied me, called me names made fun of every flaw I have. I'm only human, I can't be perfect, even though Louis keeps saying I am, but I'm NOT. 
                          
Seth just texted me and told me, begged me, to go talk to Edward. Before I could stop myself I had agreed to go over...right now....
                          
I got sighed deeply and got up, careful not to wake Louis. I pulled on a sweater and grabbed my keys and phone. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and quietly shut the door. I walked down the hall and into the living room, I grabbed my jacket out of the closet and headed out the door. 
                          
~~A while later~~
                          
I pulled up in front of Edward's house. Seth gave me the address and told me to call him if anything went wrong. As if he even had to tell me that.
                          
I parked my car and stepped out onto the sidewalk. I walked up the narrow drive way and stopped a moment to look at his house. It was actually quite big, unlike I'd expected. It was built out of red-brown brick, it was about two stories and there were three or four windows on the second floor, probably where their bedrooms were. There was small  metal black fence around the front of the house. 
                          
I opened the gate and wandered up the path to the porch, I walked up the steps and stood in front of the door. I took a deep breath and rang the door bell. No one answered. I rang it again and sighed. I leaned over and peeked through the front window, to my disappointment I couldn't see through the dark curtains. 
                          
Still, no one had answered. I have to admit I was getting a bit frustrated. I drove all the way over here and no one seems to be home.
                          
I was about to knock on the door when I heard yelling and swift footsteps approaching.
                          
 I backed up and put my hands in my pockets. 
                          
The door swung open and Edward poked his head out.