Help me. | l.s. (mpreg) [Book 1]

9

When Harry came home on sunday evening Niall and Liam were sitting in the living room watching a movie.

"Hey, guys." He greeted as he walked over to the couch and carefully sat down. 

His bum still hurt a lot from yesterday's actions, but he was feeling better. Louis took good care of him and that had him a bit worried if he was honest with himself. He already contemplated asking him if he was sick- it was Louis after all, the person who never cared about anyone or anything. That was probably the main reason why they weren't talking that much since Louis ran Harry a bath on Saturday. He had ordered food and provided him with drinks and made sure he was alright, but they barely talked.

"Hey, Haz. Where have you been?" Niall wondered as he glanced at Harry.

"Over at Louis'." Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

"You spent the whole weekend with him? What's going on between you two?" Liam asked suspiciously as he looked at Harry with raised eyebrows.

"Nothing. As he said yesterday, I'm helping him with his website. He needs new pictures and a new design in general and he asked me to help him." Harry said. He was nervous that they wouldn't believe him because he was a shit liar, but he just hoped it was enough to convince them that they were just friends. He couldn't them the truth, it was already strange that Zayn knew it.

"And then you had to sleep over at his? Hell, we didn't even know that you two are friends." Liam asked further, not quite believing him.

"Well, yeah. Kind of. I slept over at his on friday, because of obvious reasons. Actually, it was kidnapping if I think about it now." Harry tapped his finger on his chin. "But anyway, yesterday it got really late and Louis had a few drinks so he couldn't drive anymore and he didn't want me to take the bus, so I slept over. It's really not that big of a deal guys. And I didn't know that I have to ask for permission when I make new friends." Harry explained with an eye roll to cover up his nervosity.

"It is when you sleep over at the guy's you have a crush on since you met him." Niall snorted ignoring Harry's comment.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked puzzled. Shit.

"We know you fancy him." Liam stated amused.

"I do not. That is not true." Harry defended himself shaking his head rapidly.

"Harry..." Liam sighed. "You literally fell for him. On the floor. In a restaurant. It's not bad though. Everyone has a crush, no biggie. But when you spend so much time with him your feelings could get stronger and that wouldn't be good."

"And why wouldn't that be good? By the way, I don't have a crush on him." Harry added the last sentence quickly, not liking the way this conversation was turning out.

"Because Louis is not good for you." Liam said now seriously and Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

"And how would you know that?" He asked defensively.

"Because I know him. And my boyfriend is his best friend. I hear things, you know? What Louis does and how he lives is not good for you."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Liam? You have the same lifestyle! Who are you to judge him?" Harry asked angrily.

"Yes, but Louis is different. He doesn't care about others and he isn't gentle or kind to the people around him except from his friends and even then only to a certain point. He could never be in a relationship let alone love someone. He would only hurt you, either physically or mentally." Liam said frustrated. He explained it as if Harry didn't know that already. He knew Louis better than Liam and by now probably even almost as good as Zayn knew him. But he couldn't tell them that.