Delicate L.S

4

Harry's alarm went off at 6:00 in the morning. He stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes. He was starving. He didn't have dinner last night because he masturbated and was too lazy to go downstairs to eat.

His mom didn't seem to care a lot about his health. She had never asked him where he was or what he was doing when he reached home late.

He didn't even have enough energy to turn the alarm off. That sound was ringing in his head constantly, it was annoying as hell. He grabbed the clock from the side table and threw it against the wall, clock hitting his wardrobe and making a loud noise. Harry was so angry, the two reasons were:
1) he was hungry.
2) that was the worst way to start his day.

He screamed in frustration, his eyes still closed.

"Calm down," said a soft voice next to him. 

Harry froze. He thought he was probably dreaming. Why would someone be on his bed at 6:00 in the morning?

He turned to his left side because he always slept on the right side of his bed. He could barely open his eyes, the sun shone bright making it difficult for him to see anything. He rubbed his eyes 2 time until he sensed a hand touching his fingers trying to stop him. "Don't rub too hard, you'll see starts," said the voice again.

He knew that voice. He had recently heard it but he couldn't recognise who's it was because he had just woken up with a terrible headache and his body begging him for some food.

Someone closed the curtains and pulled Harry's hands away from his face. Harry's eyes were still closed and his eyebrows were frowned.

He half-opened his eyes seeing a familiar figure next to him.
It was looking at him. Staring at him.

Harry quickly pulled the blanket over himself after he realised who the person next to him was and how Harry was laying butt-naked right in front of that figure. He forgot to wear his clothes before he went to bed.

Dumb idiot, he thought to himself.

"What the hell are you doing here!" Exclaimed Harry checking if he has completely cover his body with his blanket.

"Stop yelling. I'm not going to harm you, Harry," said Louis casually.

He was laying on the bed facing Harry, with his right arm supporting his head.

"But what the fuck are you doing here at 6:00?" Said Harry, still horrified and thinking he was dreaming.

"I wanted to return your hoodie."

"And you think this is the best time to do that?"

"I would give it to you in school but I'm not going to school today so here you go," said Louis handing Harry his hoodie.

"Why aren't you coming to school today?" Asked Harry taking the hoodie out of Louis's hand but he was more focused on knowing why Louis wasn't going to school. Harry didn't even notice that Louis hadn't washed his hoodie like he promised.

"I'm leaving this town," said Louis not meeting Harry's eyes. "Forever," he added and Harry had never been this shocked in his entire life.

"What. The. Fuck. Louis Tomlinson? And you're telling me this now? We literally spent hours in school yesterday. You could've told me yesterday," Harry was almost crying. One of his closest friends, the person to whom he had lost his virginity, was now leaving the town forever.

Louis noticed Harry's glassy eyes and said "Harry..."

It was then when Harry pulled Louis into a hug. He wrapped his arms around Louis and hugged him tight. He didn't care about how naked he was or how he could feel Louis's stomach against his dick.