Letters To Harry

21 - Kryptonite

Louis' POV

It was 12 noon, and Harry was still asleep next to me. I had been awake for a few hours, but unable to get up. His arms were trapping me in a tight embrace and if I moved he would for sure wake up. I couldn't bear to be the one who made that happen, he looked so sweet and peaceful asleep...

"Lou..."

I started a bit when he mumbled my name in his sleep. My heart warmed as his arms tightened around me. Was he dreaming about me?

"I love her." He sighed, drifting even further into sleep. My happy mood shattered. Her. He'd not said my name for the reasons I was hoping. I groaned and finally detatched myself from him.

"Whaa-" Harry sat up, blinking his gorgeous green eyes sleepily. "Louis?"

"Sorry." I muttered, standing up and walking towards the doorway of his room. I'd barely reached it when I heard his footsteps behind me.

"Are you okay boo?" Harry asked in a low voice. I turned around and saw him looking at me worriedly. His green eyes were bright now, he seemes wide awake. His cheeks were just slightly pink, and his curly hair was messed up making him look absolutely adorable. Shit, why did he have to be so perfect?

"No, I'm not okay Harry." I said, more harshly than I intended. He flinched at my words and I instantly regretted it.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, ready to believe that whatever the problem was it was because of something he'd done.

"You didn't do anything." I sighed. "I'm sorry for taking it out on you."

Harry smiled at me, seemingly relieved, and reached for his Ramones teeshirt and some jeans. He pulled off yesterday's shirt, throwing it into the laundry bin.

"Um, Lou?"

I shook myself. I hadn't realized I'd been staring...I needed to be more careful from now on. Now that he knew how I felt.

"Er, yeah, I'd better go." I stammered, truning and walking out of his room as quickly as I could without looking like a freak.

I arrived in the kitchen to see Niall raiding our fridge.

"Niall!" I protested, trying to reach around him and slam the fridge door shut. He looked at me innocently, his mouth stuffed with half a ham sandwich, holding onto a carton of orange juice.

"What man?" He asked in a fool American accent, made much more funny while he talked through the food. Before I knew it, I was clutching the side of the counter in fits of laughter.

"Y'alright?"

I looked up, still laughing, and saw a confused Zayn standing in the doorway. For some reason, I found this even funnier. Zayn and Niall exchanged a look before Niall raced off somewhere in the flat.

"Louis, mate," Zayn put a hand on my shoulder, "You okay?"

Suddenly, the laughs changed to gasping sobs. Zayn's face softened and he pulled me close to him. I collapsed against his chest and he caught me in his arms, scooping me up and carrying me to a chair in the living room. I stayed curled up in his arms while he stayed silent, waiting for me to calm down.

"Oh no..." A voice sounded over my tears. It was the most beautiful voice. Deep and sweet, the words spoken slowly but with emotion behind them. The endearing Cheshire accent they were spoken with.

"Boo, what happened?" Harry's voice was filled with worry. Zayn passed me over to the younger boy and I was immediately soothed. He leaned his forehead against mine and rocked me back and forth gently.