See You Again || L.S. || ✅

Chapter Twenty-Four

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"Give me a moment then I'll cuddle you." Louis says with his eyes glued to his phone, not even glancing at a cozy Harry who sits on the bed in a large jumper and messy hair. 

It was a couple of weeks later, around late February, and Harry had been complaining how cold he's been all day, barely leaving Louis' side, always nagging at him for cuddles or hugs. Of course, since it was Harry asking, Louis had no problem giving the boy what he wanted, but at the same time was a little concerned why the boy was being a little clingy.

He ignores the small huff and pouting from the curly haired boy and focused on sending Anne his mum's phone number. He knows he's taking much too long, and all he really needs to do is copy and paste it, but he cant help but hesitate.

This could go two ways, or thousands of different ways Louis doesn't even want to imagine. Jay could either be happy to hear from Anne, and reconcile their friendship, or she could answer the phone and break her ex best friend's heart once again. 

Anne had asked for Jay's number about an hour ago, but Louis had just seen it a minute or so ago. He's excited and happy Anne wants to try again, but knowing it was his mother who was at fault from the start gets him a little nervous to start the whole thing again. 

Louis takes a deep breath, and doesn't let it out until after he presses send. He turns his phone off and places it carefully beside him on the desk. He closes his eyes for a moment, shooting a quick prayer of hope his mother's way, before standing up once again. 

He moves towards the bed, noticing Harry was indeed laying down under the covers on his side, only his head peeking out from the cozy duvet, eyes closed and faced towards the wall.

Louis frowns as he flips on the bathroom light, cracking the door as if used for a nightlight, and turning off the bedroom's overhead light. He removes his shirt, leaving him in sweats- since there's still a small chill- and he gets under the covers, on his side to face Harry's back. 

He scoots as close as he can to the taller boy who lays at the edge of the bed, and is quiet when he reaches a hand out to rub Harry's back softly. Louis watches as Harry's body starts to look more relaxed, and moves closer to him till his entire front is pressed against Harry's back. 

He moves his hand over Harry's stomach, rubbing it smoothly over his jumper, while pressing his face into the coconut smelling curls that tickle his nose slightly. Harry remains silent as Louis presses the two of them as close as possible, as if Louis wants to shield Harry entirely from any bad of the world, which he would always do. 

Louis continues to rub his hand, stopping it sometimes an just moving his thumb up and down the cotton fabric over Harry's abdomen. He can tell the boy is still awake from his breathing, and decides not to make any comments yet. 

But when there's a slight shake against Louis' chest, and a small sound falls from the boy's lips that lays in his arms, he has to intervene. 

"Haz?" He whispers, taking a finger to turn Harry's face towards his own, tucking curls away behind his ear when a sad teary-eyed face looks to him. 

Although he has no idea why, Louis' can feel his heart physically break, he feels this way every time Harry even looks sad. Louis doesn't say anything as he moves Harry's body to face him instead of the wall, and he's quiet as Louis wraps his arms around the boy's body, pulling him as close as humanly possible, occasionally feeling tears fall onto his neck. 

"Oh, my love." Louis whispers, pressing a kiss to the many curls laying atop Harry's head. He lets Harry bury his face into the space between Louis' neck and his shoulder, his cold nose against the skin as Harry's large hands twisted around Louis in a dire need of comfort.