Maybe Later (L.S. One-shot [And Niam])

Maybe Later (L.S.)

1958 words full of Larry. Enjoy!

"Harry?" Louis called out, walking into the living room. Harry was sat down on the couch, watching T.V.

"Yeah?" He replied, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"C-can we talk?" Louis bit his lip, rubbing softly at his itchy arms, daring not to scratch at his scabs. He wanted so desperately for release, but he hoped talking with his boyfriend would help just the same.

"Can we talk later? I'm in the middle of something," Harry raised an eyebrow, still not looking away from his show.

"I-I guess so. I just thought we'd spend some time together ... " Louis trailed off and continued to bite his lip. He walked back to his room, a pang of rejection running through him.

The next time Louis asked him, Harry was in the kitchen, making lunch.

"Later, Loubear, okay? I'm making food," Harry flipped the meat on the skillet over.

Louis sighed, "okay." He walked away, and locked himself in his room, cuddling into himself on his bed. A tear rolled down his cheek.

He wanted, no, needed to talk to Harry, but Harry obviously didn't want to talk.

The agony of needing someone who wasn't there for him at the moment was almost too overwhelming. Yet, he still struggled through.

Harry didn't bring him a hamburger, what they had planned to eat for lunch, unlike he normally did. That really got Louis worried. He ventured out of his room about an hour later.

"H-Harry?" Louis called again, his eyes settling on Harry's sleeping body, sprawled across the sofa. Louis sighed inwardly, taking in the sight of his beautiful boyfriend, but that sigh soon turned sad. He really needed someone to talk to, and he couldn't talk to his other bandmates about his insecurities. He thinks they would laugh at him, scold him for being so stupid.

They don't understand him as much as Harry does, although Niall is close behind, knowing more about the eldest than Liam and Zayn. Niall was the first person Louis told about his "little crush," and the two bonded instantly. After spilling his secret, Niall went on to tell Louis about his crush on Liam. He thought it would never work out, and still doesn't. Liam has a girlfriend, and this made him sad, no matter how happy he tried to be for his best friend.

'I guess I'll just try again later,' Louis sighed again, exasperated. 'I just wish he'd talk to me.'

He, yet again, walked to his room to wait after switching off the television.

Around ten o'clock that night, Harry awkwardly made his way into the room they shared.

"Harry?" Louis sat up on the bed.

"Hey, you, er, said you wanted to talk?" He asked. Louis smiled.

"Yeah! I did -- " Louis cut himself off, seeing Harry's hesitant expression. His face fell slightly. "Um, actually, no. I-it's fine. It was nothing."

"Okay, well, I'm going to go to sleep then. Night babe," Harry yawned and laid down in bed next to Louis.

"... Night ..." He replied sadly, and he heard soft snores already escaping Harry's open mouth.

He quietly cried himself to sleep and told himself 'tomorrow. I'll get him to talk tomorrow.'

When Louis woke up, the bed next to him was empty. He could provide enough CO2 to help an entire greenhouse grow due to the amount of sighing he had been doing recently.