second chances {l.s.}

the kiss.

emetophobia warning

TW: ED

"What the hell?" was the first thing Harry woke up to the next morning. The second thing was an absolutely killer headache. He was almost positive that he was dying. The voice was unfamiliar enough to the point where he was opening his eyes, groaning as the light hit them.

"What the hell are you two doing in my bed? Party's long over. Go home." Great question. Harry was asking himself the same thing.

"He got sick last night. I was gonna bring him home after he sobered up, but he fell asleep." Louis. Somehow his voice sounded even better in the morning. It was something Harry hadn't thought possible.

"How thoughtful. You can get out of my bed now."

"Give a damn second, Ed. Shit." Louis was mumbling.

As Harry's eyes finally adjusted to the light, he could see the lad, Ed he was guessing, standing at the doorway. He had to resist the urge to ask a snarky question about the lad's choice of words on the banner from the night before. He was already being kicked out of the bed, so he figured he better not get himself banned from any of the lad's future "bashes." Ed was leaving the room as the two got up from the bed, and Harry was shoving his phone into his pocket, finding his shoes next to the bed and sliding his feet into them.

"I can give you my number if you want it." Of course he wanted it. He'd say yes a million times if he could.

Harry smiled as he got his phone back out, allowing Louis to type his number in it before they were heading downstairs.

Louis had offered to bring him home, and Harry had happily said yes. It gave him a chance to be around him and Harry wasn't going to turn that down. While he was so unsure of the entire love thing, how love could exist if it hadn't worked out for his parents, all of it, he didn't think he would mind falling for Louis. The sight of waking up next to the boy, even if they'd been woken up by an angry ginger, was something he figured he could get used to. He stared out the window as Louis drove them away from Ed's and he wondered if Louis was thinking the same things as he was.

"I had a good time with you last night."

"I'd say the same, if I could remember it all, I'm sure."

Louis was chuckling at that, and while Harry loved music he didn't think he'd ever heard anything as beautiful as that. The thought made him cringe a bit, though. When had he turned into such a sap? Why was Louis making him feel all tingly if they'd only known each other for a week?

Harry saw his house come up soon, pointing it out so Louis could park in the driveway. As he unbuckled his seatbelt, he was sure to shoot a soft smile Louis' way. "I'll, uh. I'll see you around then." Harry said. "I'll text you."

"See you."

While it was just two simple words, they seemed to resonate with Harry. He wondered if the night before would leave them talking more. Harry gave a nod before he was climbing out of the car and walking inside. He talked to his mum for a moment before he was kissing her cheek and heading upstairs. He felt like he could fall asleep, but he never quite got to that point. His mind was racing and he was trying to remember what had happened the night before but he was at a loss.

He remembered getting to the party, pouring his first cup, and puking his guts up in the bathroom. Everything in between? Gone. A few hours had gone by since Louis had dropped him off, and all Harry had done was stare at his ceiling. Eventually, he grabbed his bag, did a bit of homework until he got bored of it and ended up putting his bag back down on the floor. He stepped off onto the balcony instead, sinking down to the ground with his back against the door. It was much like the first day of school, except his guitar was still against the wall in his room and it wasn't raining. He looked out to the sky anyway, and if he looked hard enough, he swore he could see the clouds moving.