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Harry just walks in the room, walking in on Louis who is just playing games on his phone, shirtless.
Fuck he looks so good.
"Eleanor, I told you tha- Harry?" Louis asks confusedly when Harry is walking towards his bed.
"Louis."
"What are you doing here already? I could have been very busy."
"Yeah, talking about that. How was your night with Eleanor?" Harry asks, curious whether Louis is going to tell the truth or not.
"I told you I wasn't going to share my love life with you." Louis doesn't look up from his phone.
"Can't share what you don't have right?" Harry mumbles under his breath. Luckily Louis hasn't heard him.
"Yeah about that. For not being friends, you still let me sleep into your room. What about that?"
"I said we're not friends, not that I wouldn't help out my sister's fiancé.
Help out your sister's fiancé, pure bullshit Tomlinson.
Harry jumps on Louis' bed, taking place next to him. He rests his head on Louis' shoulder. He can feel the boy next to him tense up, but relaxes again immediately.
"What are you doing, Harry?" Louis' voice is soft and he sounds confused.
"Dealing with your mood swings and bullshit." Harry murmurs, eyes closed. "So, talk to me again when you are done being a dick, till then I'm just going to use you as my personal pillow."
Louis feels all warm and fuzzy inside. He can't believe Harry. After all the things Louis has said earlier, he still wants to deal with him. How does that curly idiot manage to make Louis feel more and more attached to him while he is planning to push him away?
"Why are you even willing to deal with me? I wouldn't even want to deal with me..."
Harry opens his eyes and he looks up, straight making eye contact with Louis' blue diamonds, his head still resting on his shoulder.
"You're worth it." Harry's voice is hoarse. " I know you don't believe you are, but to me you are worth it, Louis." Louis doesn't say a word, can't even say a word, he just stares into Harry's green eyes, amazed about how someone can be so fucking perfect.
"I was rude to you, H. You shouldn't be... Why are you so nice to me? Don't be..."
"Because I know you." Harry sounds so confident and Louis honestly thinks that Harry is right. After a few days together he has seen right through to Louis, something his own family hasn't even managed.
"What do you know about me then?" Louis sounds so fragile, so insecure, another side of the boy that he unknowingly shows to the curly haired one.
Harry turns around so he is leaning on his elbows, head resting on both hands but making sure to not lose any eye contact with Louis.
"I know that you like puns. Your jokes are so silly but you think that you are so hilarious and I think the exact same thing.
You pretend to drink like crazy but in fact you never drink more than two beers.
You love your family with all your heart but Fizzy is special to you because she reminds you of yourself, but you kind of want to protect her of becoming you. I don't get that because in my eyes you are one of the most amazing people ever.
Something makes you scared of being yourself and I haven't figured out yet what it is, but it makes you want to be some kind of person you are not, trying to push all the people away that get too close to the real you. And I don't know how many times it has worked out for you in the past, but I'm not planning on going away, Lou..."
Louis' mouth is dry. He can't look away from Harry, the boy that probably knows Louis better than he does himself. His heart is beating out of his chest and fuck
He wants to kiss him so badly.
It's the first time in three years that Louis had longed to kiss someone, longed for a pair of lips on his own that's not in a sexual way. He wants to kiss Harry, kiss him softly and tangle his fingers in his curls, whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
Louis wants something he has never wanted before and he wants it with his sister's fiancé.
Louis swallows the lump in his throat, the tenson between them is killing him.
"Anything else you know about me then, Curly?" He breathes out.
"You suck at bowling."
And like this the tension is gone and Louis' mouth that was hanging open forms now into a smile, laughing as he playfully hits Harry's shoulder.
"Shut up, we won you idiot."
"Only because of Eleanor. I'm sorry, Lou but you were horrible." Harry teases. He likes to wind up Louis. It's funny."
"At least she was useful for one thing." Louis mumbles under his breath silently, not silent enough though.
"Lou, do you like her?" the playful atmosphere turns serious again.
"We're kind of together, Harry." Louis answered, not facing the curly haired boy.
"That's not an answer though." Harry crawls up and takes place next to Louis again. "Louis, what are you doing? Why are you fooling yourself and Eleanor? I'm not stupid, okay? Why do you want me to believe you are with her while you kick her out? I don't get it. I'm getting there, Lou. I'm figuring you out, there are just a few question marks. Why would you beg her to get back together only to send her away later? It doesn't make sense." Harry can't help but stroke Louis' hair and the older boy visually relaxes. Now it's his turn to lean on Harry's body, closing his eyes to stop the tears that are ready to be spilled. Fuck Harry and noticing everything.
"It's just better okay?" Louis sighs. "It's a lot better for my family that I'm with her."
"Is it better for you?"
"Does that matter?"
"It matters."
"What if I think it doesn't?"
"Then I'm ready to help you start loving yourself like you are supposed to. Put yourself first, Louis."
"You're crazy." Louis laughs humourlessly. "Like for real. I tell you that I don't want to be your friend, that I basically don't give a shit about you and here you are treating me way better than I deserve. You are something, Harry Styles."
"I know when to call bullshit. You care about me."
"You wish." Louis huffs.
"I don't need to wish, I'm speaking facts. You, Louis Tomlinson, go soft on me."
"I never go soft."
"You so do."
" I don- Harry stop!" Louis starts giggling, laughing so hard when Harry is poking his sides.
"Say you care about me."
"HAHA- HARRY, STOHOP, HAR- I, NO!" Louis laughs, tears in his eyes, so close to actually piss his pants.
"Say you care about me, Tomlinson." Harry repeats himself.
"NEVER!" Louis laughs, causing Harry to tickle him even more.
"Hazza, please stop!" Louis feels like this is it, he is dying.
"I'm listening..." Harry teases.
"I CARE ABOUT YOU, OKAY! FUCK, STYLES CARE FUCKING MUCH ABOUT YOU!"
Harry stops, accomplished smile on his face as he pulls Louis into a tight hug. The older boy gasps at first but melts into Harry's arms, head resting in the crook of Harry's neck.
"I care about you too, you idiot. Even when you act like a dick."
"Which is all the time?"
"Yeah, but you're still you and I wouldn't change a singe thing about you... you dick."
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