Bruises and butterflies

3

**Harrys pov**

I stood in the hallway outside Louis locked door. "Lou please come out I made you a cupcake." I feel bad for what idid but i need Louis to hate me. "Don't you dare call me that, and I don't want your fucking cupcake Harry"

I accept defeat walking away sitting the cupcake back on the counter. The second I I sit down a knock on the door has me standing back up.

"Hello?" I looks the bleach blond standing in the doorway up and down. "Who are you?" I asks. "I'm Niall Horan is Louis Tomlinson home?" He asked trying to look over My shoulder. "Yes? Why do you need him?" Im slowly becoming protective over something that's not mine. "Well you see I almost killed him two days ago." Niall says smiling when Louis walks out of his room his eyes bloodshot from crying. "Hey mate just wanted to see if you were okay.. I'm really sorry about that i lost control of the car.." Niall mumbles. Louis makes an sad smile and nods his head. "Don't worry about it, we're both still here." Niall smiles turns to walk away. "Take care!" Louis shouts. "You to mate!" Niall turns back around with a smile.

I shut the door turning to face Louis who looks at me with dead eyes.

"Don't Harry" he says as I open my mouth

"Louis I'm sorry I-." He cut me off

"I was starting to think you weren't a total shit." Louis turns on his heel snatching his cupcake off the counter before going back into his room.

He came back out about 20 minutes later wearing black jeans and a sweater with the same vans he always wears.

"Where are you going?" I ask standing from the couch. "On a walk." He says opening the door. "Louis it's freezing outside." I try to convince him to stay in the warmth of the apartment but as always he ignores me walking out.

I throw my clothes on along with my brown boots running out to catch him. "Louis!" I shout when I see him ahead of me. He turns around to face me his cheeks and nose pink from the cold. "Can we please just start over?" I say walking closer to him. "What?" He asks but I'm more focused on the white flakes spotting his hair occasionally getting caught in his eye lashes making his eyes even more blue.

"Like start over forget everything in the past..? Please.." I begged I wanted to fix everything make it right. He smiled tho he was trying to hide it.

"Starting over now." He mumbles walking closer to me leaving about 2 feet between us.

"Hi.." He said looking up at me. Before i can say anything I slip on the ice on the ground falling backwards onto my butt.

"Oops"

***
Me and Louis were sitting on the couch when Liam and Zayn finally got home. "Hey!" Zayn said as he took his coat off. "What are we watching?" Liam sat in the couch beside Harry and Zayn curled into his side. "M' not sure honestly." Louis mumbles tiredly. "You can go to bed you know?" I look at him with pity. "Mhm nigh Liam, night Z, night Haz" he yawns standing up and walking down the hall.

"Haz?" Zayn questions.

"I'm just as confused as you are mate"

**
"Harry wake the fuck up"
I blink away the tiredness in my eyes throwing the blanket off my bare chest. I throw a pair of sweat pants over my boxers opening his door to reveal a tired Louis looking up at him.

"What the hell do you want it's like 5am" I manage out through a yawn. Louis makes this cheeky grin that makes me feel some way and grabs my hand leading me into the kitchen.

"Tada!" He says excitedly looking at the bacon eggs biscuits and "is that gravy?" I ask looking at the bowl. "Mhm I had to look up how to make it" he mumbled.
"You made breakfast?" I ask as he grabs the two plates and walks over to the table. "I mad us breakfast, Liam and Zayn can starve." He grins sitting down me following. "Okay I'm proud of you if I'm being honest.. but why the fuck would you cook at 5 in the morning?" He chuckles making me look up from the table to find him already looking at me. Blue meets green and it makes me feel dizzy. His laugh fades into a smile and then it's nothing and I can't read his emotions.

We sit there and stare at each other just
trying to find any thing we can to see how the other is feeling.

"Harry..." Louis mumbles. His eyes leaving mine only to come back seconds later. "Yea?" I almost whisper. "Why are we staring at each other..?" He makes a half smile trying to make this situation less awkward. "I have no idea but we should stop." I whisper. "Yea on 3 right?" He whispers back. "Yea"

"1"
"2"
"3"

Our eyes don't part even the slightest. "Stop looking at me" Louis says smiling. "Your the one looking at me." I whisper.

"No shit you made breakfast Harry!?" A voice coming from the hall makes Louis and my eyes part ways. Liam Is standing in the kitchen leaning against the bar with a sleepy Zayn in an over sized sweater I assume is Liams on his back. "Actually Payno I made breakfast and you don't get any. But Z can have a bite of my bacon." Louis smirks. "That's rude and I don't want anything anyways." Liam walks over to the couch moving Zayn from his back to face him in a swift motion so he could lay down.

"I hate couples." Louis gags. "What do you mean? How can you hate couples don't you, you know.. wanna fall in love?" He grins and shakes his head biting into his bacon winking at me. "You see, falling in love is like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.. it's fun at first but then the ground hits you filling you with pain until it kills you." He mutters.

"Shit Louis who the fuck hurt you." Zayn says his head peeking over the back of the couch.  Louis just shrugs his shoulders before continuing to eat his food.

**
"When are you going to talk to me?" I ask standing in the door way of Louis room.

"Harry I talked to you this morning.. I know we started over but we're not best friends." He yawns pulling the soft duvet over his chest. "Please at least explain the whole nickname thing and why you haven't called me that today." I pout my lip out sitting on the edge of his bed.

"I called you Haz? Maybe Hazza I'm not sure but it was like  1:30 in the morning and I was tired." He said closing his eyes to avoid eye contact with me. "But I liked it and now you won't say it anymore." I wine. He sighs pulling the blanket off his face showing his pink tented cheeks.

"Your one pushy bitch Hazza."