I wasn't sure why I heard gurgling, but I could feel the mattress moving slightly, almost as if it was rocking back and forth. I was still fucked out to be honest with you; I could barley keep my eyes open, but I felt a cold, sweaty body roll into me and I opened my eyes, smiling at those blue eyes that already have me craving him...but something was very wrong.

Louis was foaming at the mouth, choking on his own vomit. His body was seizing and his lips were turning blue. His blue eyes were looking at me, pleading almost to not intervene.

"Fuck....Louis!" I begged. I was wide awake now, that's for sure. I stuck my fingers down his throat and tried to help his obstructed airway. I tilted him on his side, trying to make some of the froth exit his mouth

With one last breath, however, he stopped moving. His head hit my chest with a thud, cold sweat beading down my skin. I am not sure what to do. Do I call an ambulance? The police? What the fuck?

It wasn't until I found a letter that I realized this was not accidental. He wasn't some escort junkie wanting another fix. He had intentions to die by doing this....but I can't let that happen. I can't grant his wish. I just can't.

It takes a lot out of me to rewind time. I remember grandma telling me that you can only change an event once so I have to pick the perfect time to redo. The narcissism in me wants to get to know him better. God, he was so good in bed and I can't help but want to know more about him. He's such a mystery. So I don't want to rewind it and change the fact that I met him. No, not at all.

I could redo the sex but what if I fell asleep again and then he had the opportunity to kill himself? I wouldn't be able to stop it this time, no redo.

Then it hit me.

I placed my hand on my butterfly tattoo, clawing at one of the pieces of wings. This is not an infinite gift. When the last piece of wing has faded, my power is gone. In my early days, I used it on a lot of shit trying to figure it out. Sigh.

Anyway, focus Harry. Someone's life is literally at stake here, and with that in mind, I need to figure this out.

Hi eyes are still open, not blinking, no tears – just staring ahead. God, there is so much sorrow in them. Why didn't I ever see that before? So beautiful though, I must say. Even in death, he has to be the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Why am I having these thoughts about a corpse?

As I touch a piece of wing, the room suddenly begins to shake beneath me. The bed is convulsing, much like Louis' body moments earlier. The room turns hazy, chaotic. I watch as time rewinds. It's weird seeing someone come back to life, and watching yourself be fucked backwards.

The time reels in front of me until I see the part I want to recreate. I then push the line on my tattoo again, watching as that one become faint. I watch as Louis is suddenly back to life. I hope this is enough to save him this time.

I can't believe I went from having the most amazing night, on that almost felt like a dream, to this....walking nightmare.

~*~*~*~*

Here we are, back at the nightlife pub I chose to take him to on 4th street.

"You wanna know how my audition went...what kind of moves I have that made me cut out to be a escort?" He leaned forward, motioning me to do the same. He stood up out of his chair, hot breath ticking my nose. "But the only question I have is...."

Oh fuck. I can't even think straight right now, much less answer a question. Stay calm.

"My place or yours?"

Fuck. Yep, he's good.

Throwing money on the table, I grabbed his hand and ran out of the bar. I saw him eyeing me, wondering why I paid for the drinks when he clearly offered. I don't have an answer. I just beat him to it is all....right? No other particular reason. *Whistles*

"Mine!" I yell as we run down the street.

This is unfamiliar territory now. I previously said his place. Now, he can't have access to the drugs, right? This has to be the moment that changes everything. I can no longer go back and change this moment. From here on out, however, it is a new set of reels for me manipulate if needed be.

Since we're going to my place, I use my phone to ask Niall for slight backup. I asked him to make sure my room was in presentable shape to bring someone over. He replies with "no can do mate, I'm out getting pizza with Liv." Great, now Louis is going to think I'm a total slob...but that's okay. My mission tonight is to keep this man alive.

We continue to walk until we are in front of the frat house. Greeted by people partying in the street, I nod. I can hear them call my name, asking me if I want to drink from their solo cups but I decline. Some of the girls are eyeing me, or maybe it's Louis, I can' tell. I just smile at them. They're always there flirting with everyone. Don't they get bored?

Louis suddenly laced our fingers together. It's almost as if he is intimidated or scared by my peers. Why should he be? His suit probably cost more than our room and board. He's more sexy than anyone on this campus, myself included and that says a lot.

"Styles!" Justin calls out. "Have you seen Selena?" He sways.

"No bro, sorry...." I quickly reply, pushing passed him so I can make it to my room.

"You trying to get away with not introducing your best mate?" Niall suddenly appears into the hallway.

"Louis, this is Niall, my partner in crime...well one of them. Olivia is probably in one of these rooms though." I say as I instruct them to shake hands. "Niall, this is Louis, my....my..." I stumbled over my words.

"His date for the night," he said giving Niall a firm handshake back. His nerves were beginning to show even more. Why? He was so poised at the restaurant. Niall senses his anxiety too, I can tell, because he doesn't say much more and retreats to the dining hall to eat his pizza.

I walk to my room and stop before opening the door. "Welcome to my abode. It's not much but it'll do, I guess....." I say apologetically. God, my room is shit compared to his but he doesn't know that I've seen it yet.

I watch as his eyes scan my stuff. He is looking at all my posters on the wall and the lights hanging above my bed.

"I like it. It's humble," he finally states. "You live with a lot of people."

"Yeah....it can be....chaotic at times but I really do feel like most are my brothers." I say making small-talk. I feel a lot of pressure at the moment. I feel like his life is literally in my hands.

Louis sits down on the edge of my bed and removes his suit jacket. He motions me to sit beside of him. I can feel my body growing hard in anticipation. I already know how good he is at this part.

"I always wanted to go to Uni," he said nonchalantly removing the buttons on my plaid shirt. His urgency has toned down a lot since coming to my place. My guess is all the people in my frat house compared to his isolated apartment. "Never had the time...."

I try to get a glimpse of his eyes, his beautiful eyes, but he keeps focusing on his task at hand. I can feel his insecurity showing, but what about? He wasn't like this at this place at all. God, why is he such a mystery?

"Any request?" He asked as he moves down to the hem of my jeans.

My breath hitches. Oh fuck he's stealing my oxygen. Just keep doing that. Just touch me.

"I like to be cuddled...." I admit shyly.

"Ah, a softy. That's too bad. I'm feeling a bit frisky tonight," he whined. "But if that's what you want. This is free of charge," he added.

Just as before, he crawls into my lap and straddles me but this time, we're both dressed. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. The situation below is telling me I should proceed with kissing his neck just like I had before. He's addictive. Should I, though? It doesn't seem like what he needs and truth be told, I'm still spent.

I cup his face with my hands. He has no choice but look at me in the eyes. I watch as his mouth falls open, but he only looks at me for a second before his graze flutters down to my lips. Why can't he look at me?

I sit back on my bed and pull him toward me. His chest collides with mine and I intertwine our legs and feet together. It only makes logical sense that I help him remove his dress pants at this point so we can be skin to skin.

I hear him giggle slightly. "Oh, that wasn't an innuendo? You genuinely meant cuddling, huh?"

I don't respond and instead flip on the television so we can have some privacy and background noise. As much as I would love to have a one night stand, I've realized he is far too complex to be treated like some object. I felt that way before, but hormones.

"Tell me about yourself," I hum in his ear, pulling him tighter.

"Oh....um....." I can feel his weight shifting below me, like he's fidgeting out of anxiety. "Um...can we take turns?"

"Mmmhmm. You first," I encourage...

"What do you want to know?" I could tell he's thinking too hard.

"I'll go first," I smile in his hair. "My name is Harry, I drink way too much, and my favorite color is....pink."

I felt Louis remove his head from my chest, looking up at me for a second. With my eyes, I encourage him to continue and for some reason, I feel him bury his face deep in my chest, almost bashful like. The escort is shy tonight?

"My name is Louis, I'm from Doncaster, and my favorite color is red," I watch him bite his nails. He's so adorable.

"I love water sports,"

"Football,"

"Rom-coms,"

"Those are pretty good," he agrees.

"Cats are better than dogs,"

"No way, Curly, dogs are better than cats."

"Pst," I tease. "Anyone who says cats are better than dogs deserve to have a tickle fest," I say as I poke at his sides. He squeals and laughs, begging me to stop. I have no idea why I'm being like this. It's not how I usually am, no way. A sensitive soul, sure, but I would've ten times over by now.

"Stop! Stop!" He giggles as I release my clutch on him. Our heads fall back on the pillow side by side looking straight into each-others eyes.

God, they're beautiful. Have I said that already? Don't ask me why but I run my fingers through his cinnamon hair, caressing him, comforting him.

"I like....bananas," I suddenly say, breaking the silence. Especially after our rendezvous earlier, but he won't remember that.

"Strawberries," fully noted.

I can't help but pull his face toward me. I want to kiss him. The way he's laying there, almost like he's gaping into my soul; almost like I can feel his hesitation, his anxiety.

But I keep seeing him foaming at the mouth and I can't kiss him, there's no way. I want to know more about him. I want him to be okay. Why do I care so much?

"I'm from Cheshire by the way, not too far from Doncaster, huh? Do you go home much?"

"Manchester is home now...." I can feel him look down, scared almost to explore this topic. I'll have to remember to bring it up again at a better time. Right now, he hardly knows me. Why would he feel comfortable talking to me about it? You're a idiot, Harry.

"I agree." I nod. Not really. This is just my college city to me, but I don't want to scare him away.

He lets out a distressed sigh as he climbs off my chest. "Where's the bathroom?" He looks around.

Fuck, I'm paranoid. What if he tries to over dose in there? I can't let him do that.

"At the end of the hall but...." I need to think quick. "It's just...it's just..." I break out into a sob. Why am I so good at acting? "Every time I go in there, my frat brothers give me a weird look like I'm an alien. Half think I am attracted to them and the other half seem to be curious and want to experiment with me." Ah, mostly true. I leave out the part where maybe I HAD experimented with some of them. "But the looks where I'm disgusting hurts the most, like I'm an abomination. I don't want them to look at you the same."

Louis scoots closer to me, burying his head into to the crook of my neck once more. He's so warm.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Curly, but I can hold my own. Would you like to come with me so if anyone looks at you I will put them in their place?" He offers. He's a sweetheart. I make my lip pouty and take his hand.

I should have known he would have no shame about this. I mean his occuptation thrives on having no indignity but the fact that he want me to come with him is a good sign.

"No, you need your privacy." I feel a little bit better now. "Louis...you said I could have anything I wanted tonight, right?"

"Yeah, I suppose...." He nods.

"When you get back....will you cuddle me...all night long?" I pout again.

He sucks air in, smiling, and trying to hide his blush. "Well I had plans tonight but...ok."

Score. I watch as he exits to the bathroom and I run to Nialls, hoping he isn't shacked up with some chick.

"Niall! Please do me a favor!" I fall on my knees. "When Louis goes back to my room, put everything you can in front of my door....chairs, kegs, I don't care what."

"Have you gone quite mad then, Lad? Why are you holding the escort captive? Wasn't I afraid of him doing that to you?"

"He can't leave, Ni. He just can't. Trust me," I emphasis.

"Oh for fucks sake. They're going to think we've lost our minds...but you're my best-friend and I DO trust you," he gives me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Is he what you dreamed of?"

"Better," I smile.

I hear the toilet flush and dart back to my room, jumping back under the covers and pretend to be asleep. My squeaky door opens and I can feel the mattress slumping down as Louis crawls back under the blanket as well. I can feel him looking at me, though my eyes are closed.

I feel fingers massaging my scalp softly and for a second, I feel his thumb brush against my bottom lip before he scoots closer to me, putting his head into my neck again. I think he likes that spot.

I feel hot tears trickling down my arm. I can't help but pull him closer to me, though still pretending to be asleep. I can't though; not until I know he is safe and sound in his slumber first.

About ten agonizing minutes later, I feel his body go heavy on my arm. Though it feels numb and I have no feeling in my hand, I let him stay there. It's as if he needs this tonight. Makes me wonder if he's never let his clients cuddle him or if he's ever cried on their chest.

I thought getting this power was the most profound thing that ever happened to me but then I met Louis.