This is a really filler type chapter and I kinda needed to distract Myself away from everyone and everything for awhile and write something that was a little cute and bonding and Lilo

This was rushed; #Nonedited

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Liam couldn't sleep

He's afraid that if he shuts his eyes that this will all fade away and that he'll wake up back at home without Louis laying by his side, that he'll will be missing and help captive by some whackjobs. Just the thought makes Liam's blood turn cold, making his whole body tense up and to give the smaller hand that is being swallowed by his own large a small squeeze just to make sure that he's still there and hasn't disappeared.

Liam lets his eyes close shit just for a couple of seconds, his free hand coming up to rub at his temples at the upcoming migraine that was starting to pulse. He has stayed up all night, just watching over Louis, running his fingers through the submissives greasy hazel hair whenever he stirred and rubbing his thumb over his knuckles in a soothing action whenever Liam would spot the younger in discomfort.

The two days without Louis was nightmarish for Liam. He was so scared. There were endless possibilities that has been running around Liam's head for the past two days, on who had taken Louis, on what they have done to him and how his princess was coping. It was frightening, being held hostage as some type of bargain, Liam can relate from past experience how bad kidnappings associated with the mob can get.

Especially when you know that no one is going to pay the ransom or going to rescue you

Opening his eyes, Liam can feel the tears that brim his as he holds up the hand that is laced with Louis' up to his lips, pressing feather soft kisses to Louis' hand."I'm so sorry, princess. I'm so sorry that I've dragged you into my mess."His voice is shaky as he speaks, keeping his lips to Louis' hand as he speaks softly.

Louis' chest continues to rise and fall in sleep, the dried up tear stains running down his cheeks and little puffs of air leaving slightly parted lips. Liam still thinks he looks beautiful, how his thick eyelashes are resting on well chiselled cheekbones and how his freckles dust over the bridge of his nose. Louis was his, but Liam still had many wounds to patch up between them.

"I'm a mess,"Liam breathes out a shaky sigh, closing his eyes again. This was bringing back memories to the surface, the kidnappings, the torture. Liam was just glad enough that he was able to track down the whackjobs location before anything else could've happened to Louis, he was just glad that he could kill the man himself after finding him.

Liam knew that he needed to patch everything up, sort things out with Louis and between the university stuff. He just wanted Louis to be safe, he didn't want him to get hurt or kidnapped like just had happened. Liam was being honest when he said he forgot about the meeting, he honestly really did but he was going to make it up to Louis. Allowing the Submissive to continue his education was important to Louis.

Liam would do anything for Louis

Louis' whimper of pain is what makes Liam snap out of his own Thoughts, opening his eyes and casting his glance down to Louis whose nose is scrunched up and his lips pursed in pain."Morning, Princess."Liam is greeting, his thumb still rubbing over Louis' knuckles as the smaller continuous to clutch onto his hand with an iron grip.

Mumbling, Louis replies;"I'm sore."

"I know, baby. I've got some painkillers for you to take after we get you some breakfast."Liam keeps his voice soft for the sake of his own headache and for Louis. Louis was always so soft in the morning, laced with thick sleep and just wanting to relaxing again. Today was no different, no matter the pain that was coursing through his wrists, ankles and especially his shoulder and collarbone.

"Where are we?"Louis whispers, his brain still not kicking in and his memory yet to jog. The pain that shoots through his collarbone and shoulder is simply agonising, the burns around his wrists and ankles sting.

"France. Do you remember what's happened?"Liam treads carefully, rubbing softly with his other thumb over the submissives wrist. The sadness that swells in Liam's heart gets greater whenever Louis winces at the touch. Louis nods timidly, his eyes still closed in fatigue and pain.

"I still don't forgive you,"

"I didn't expect you to,"It takes Liam everything not to sigh, his face drained in age from fatigue.  The growing beard that he is now supporting making him look a lot older than he actually is. The silence between the two of them in more comfortable than awkward, Louis refusing to let go of Liam's hand while the dominate was not complaining. He has missed the contact between them.

"Thank you,"Louis lets his eyes flutter open, blue eyes staring up at Liam who is leaning over him in concern.

"What for?"Liam replies, allowing his fingers to rub at Louis' wrist again, his touch soft and relaxing as he massages the sore spots. The dominate was knackered, he just wanted to sleep, or maybe boost his energy with a couple of redbulls and coffees. The sooner they got home, the better.

"For looking for me, saving me..."His voice trails off, looking away from Liam's wondering eye."For staying with me when I asked you too."Louis' cheeks are tinting pink at his own words. It was at a moment of weakness, Louis just needed Liam to keep him grounded, to tell him that he was okay and that what he had dreamt was just a dream and nothing more. Just Liam's touch, his presence and his familiar smell was enough to tell Louis that he was safe.

"You demanded more than asked."Liam chuckles which makes the submissive whine before letting out just a small, delayed laugh. It was nice, to hear his laugh after what felt like so long. There had been so much negative energy between the two for so long, ever since the isolation room incident, the argument and kidnapping was just an extra weight on top."Do you want to talk to me about your dream?"

"No."Louis is replying almost immediately.

"Are you sure?"The elder presses,"Holding in information isn't at all healthy."Liam is tempted to refer back to the rules but he restrains himself. Maybe they should lay off it for awhile, to let Louis relax.

"I just- don't want to talk about it right now."He finally says, letting his eyes flutter close. Liam respects his wishes, nodding his head in response to what has just been said. Liam moves to get off the bed, to go and fetch the painkillers that he knows are sitting in the little kitchen area of the hotel suite. As soon as he moves, Louis' grip on his hand tightens."Don't go, please."

"I'm just getting you something to eat, and to help the pain."Liam soothes, repositioning himself so that he's leaning on one knee on the bed."I'm just going to be across the room. Do you want to sit up so you can see me? To make sure I'm not leaving?"

Louis nods in response, allowing the hell that Liam is offering so that he can sit up against the headboard of the bed, a bunch of pillows prompt up against his back and left side so that his arm and should is supported."Can you make me tea as well, please?"

"Of course. Now let go of my hand, please."The dominate chuckles, stretching out his own tired and stiff bones from the uncomfortable sleeping position he fell asleep in the night before. He cracks a couple of bones as he walks towards the kitchenette.

Louis is watching Liams every moves with half lidded eyes, debating on what to do next. He had many options, he could forgive and forget, he could forgive and then guilt trip Liam for the rest of his life, or he could drag this on and act like a sour faced tart. The third option didn't exactly sound appealing, and he defiantly wasn't going to cave in that quickly.

But then again, he's injured and sore. Like a baby bird with a broken wing.

Liam can cook, and surprisingly he can cook pretty well for a dominate who looked like he never cooked in his entire life and had his own personal chefs. He cooks Louis so something simple, pancakes with little blueberries through it accompanied with cream and maple syrup. There's a mug of tea to the side of the tray, two painkillers and a tube of burn cream.

"This is surprisingly very good."Louis says Inbetween a piece of pancake and a gulp of tea. He's starving, the sandwich that he was fed last night before he fell into unconsciousness was nothing to his system.

"Surprisingly? Do youthink I'm not capable of cooking my own meals?"Liam tries his best to sound offended, an amused smile spread across his lips as he sits in front of Louis on the bed, a mug of steaming hot coffee cradled in his hands and a buttered up pancake balancing on his leg.

"No offence, or anything, but you don't exactly look like the type that knows how to cook something other than pasta."With a small, cheeky smile on his face, Liam can't help but let his smile widen in awe. There was syrup spread across Louis' cheeks and the everlasting look of sadness that was once on his face had softened.

"None taken,"Liam is rolling his eyes in fondness, gulping coffee like it was air. He was feeling a lot more awake now than what he did, having some coffee and by moving around. He had received news from Harry that he and Zayn would be staying for awhile and then a message from Calum at around the same time that a private jet would be here at around 10 to take them back to the UK.

"Where did you learn to cook?"Louis asks out of curiosity, stabbing a piece of cut up pancake with the end of his fork and bringing it up to Liam's lips. It was slathered in syrup, it dripping off the food and back onto the plate.

"I spent a lot of my time with my Mum and older sisters whenever I was younger,"Liam starts, gladly receiving a but more of pancake whenever it was offered."My Mum and sisters were always doing it, even just for free time. So one day I wanted to help out, and that's when it became a usual thing between the four of us. It was nice, family bonding time."

"And your dad?"Louis asks quietly, almost as if he was afraid to speak up.

"He was out doing fuck all,"Liam waves it off."Sniffling Coke, fucking whores."Louis notices how bitterly Liam speaks of his dad, with so much venom. Louis was the same when he spoke about it own, of he chose to. He normally didn't refer to his biological dad as his dad, he had taken Marks Last name.

"I can't cook, but I can bake."He pipes up, eager to change the subject."I set fire to Zayn and Is kitchen one time, accidentally of course. I can Back cakes, buns, cookies, scones. You name it, I bake it."Louis did that a lot whenever he was younger, too. Although that time was spend with his grandma when he was just a small little boy in which he carried on well into his teens.

"Maybe you should bake me something, one day."Liam smiles, leaning forward so he can run his nose up against Louis' in a cute Eskimo kiss."Dressed in a little apron with a flour handprint on your bum."

I honestly don't know what I wrote but I like it and I'm going to leave it and it's the best thing I can produce in my state of mind, honestly.

I am really fucking stressed out at the moment. I have like 16 books which are published, and some of which are finished which I know, but then you have the ones I still need to update and I'm shit at keeping track like fuck, I haven't updated one of my books in like 3 months. So updates are a little slow and that's why.

How was this chapter in your opinion?

Do you like the fact that I stepped a little away from the drama?

Anyone want Louis to meet Karen? Or maybe Jay to make an appearance?

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