Our Hands are Tied

Week 2: Day 1, Saturday

A/N: TW: 4 and 11 

EDIT: I'm an idiot- this is the start of week 2

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Louis had completely forgotten to remember the fact that he'd been handcuffed to Harry for a week, or in simple terms; he forgot.

This entire revelation haf entered his head that morning, seemingly there all along.

So, what actually happened is he probably failed to acknowledge this once undesirable thought.

Not that he liked it.

After Niall had entered the room during the make-out session, and yelled idiotic sentences (the underlying truth in these sentences will be ignored), and the two had given as detailed explanation as you can when you don't want your friend to know you had engaged in oral sex. 

Or that they wouldn't hesitate in doing it again.

So, they were protecting Niall's innocence really. What good friends they are.

Anyway- after they had filled Niall in (luckily he didn't question Louis on his sexuality) and sufficiently fed him, they had sat playing FIFA, hard to do when there's a Harry handcuffed to you.

After around two hours, Niall had left ("I must be off Lads, it's almost lunchtime"), Normal Niall behaviour.

It was now around 6am, and Louis had given up all efforts and pretence of sleep.

Harry, however, was fast asleep.

So, it was in his sleep that Harry put his arm around Louis.

"You smell nice"

Harry had given up the pretence of sleep it seemed, as well.

"F-Fanks?"

"Do you wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure, wot movie?"

"I don't know."

"Titanic?"

"No, it's too early for that shit"

"Pitch Perfect?"

"Yea"

So, that's what they did. Louis grabbed Harry's laptop from beside the bed, and they put it on (Netflix, god).

Harry cuddled into him, laying his head on his chest, Louis slowly stroked his Harry's head.

Wait, he isn't his Harry, he's Just Harry. Right?

Shit. Of course, they were acting couple-y

Kinda.

Maybe?

He decided to do the only thing he could do, ask Harry.

For some, an emotionless concept.

For others, an absolutely terrifying concept.

For him, a concept so petrifying, he'd rather take KFC off Niall.

"H-Haz?"

"Mhmm?"

"What are we?"

"People"

Ah, so he's a smart arse.

"No, what are we, like relationship wise?"

"I don't bloody know, it's half six in the morning and we're watching Pitch Perfect- I don't bloody know anything!"

So- that's the answer then.

"The proper question in my mind is what do you want to be, Lou?"