Butterflies (l.s)

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I have no idea where this chapter came from. I pulled it all out of my ass... Maybe a little quick but hey, they're 💚them💙 yk?

It was a dreary day in England. The sky was grey and pouring with no mercy whatsoever whilst Harry marked papers, cursing the weather for trying to lull him to sleep when he was trying so hard to get his work done. He'd switched off his phone to avoid procrastinating it any further but now that he'd finished, he got a voicemail that made him wish he'd left it up and running.

"Ugg! Hazza, I need you! Come over pretty pretty please... Miss you. Don't wanna be sad on my own."

In Harry's opinion, it was way too soon to be near Louis again. Not when everyone was rooting for them, even his family. Because of course, he couldn't help but tell them about him. How do you keep a treasure like that a secret? Louis was always somewhere at the back of his mind, finding ways to pop quite suddenly into his thoughts. The sun reminded him of him. Flowers and butterflies did, too. Pretty smiles and the colour blue immediately made his mind go Louis, Louis, Louis. So of course his whipped ass hurried to be with him, more than eager to take care of the most precious person he knew. He just barely heard Niall ask if it was a Stylinson booty call as he ran out the door.

Harry knocked frantically, hoping he was alright in there and hadn't done anything. He was still tapping away when it suddenly swung open and he stumbled into the man's chest, nearly tripping them both if not for the swift and protective hands that grabbed hold of his shoulders.

"Oops!"

"Hi," Louis replied with a fond chuckle. His eyes lit up the moment green met blue then he sighed, tugged him close and buried his head in his shirt. Harry didn't seem to mind, anyway, hugging him back just as quickly with both arms wrapped securely round his waist.

"Lou... Are you... Are you okay?"

"I... Yes? No. No, not really. Sorry. I don't know why I'd lie about that cos you'd be able to tell I'm bullshitting you regardless. You... See me."

"I do. Come. I'll get you some water, yeah? Let's get you in bed."

He let Harry drag him into his bedroom, swearing at the loss of contact with the tall boy who cruelly abandoned him on the bed. Harry paced about the kitchen for a moment, overthinking just about everything and then stopped himself when he heard a barely audible whisper of his name, hurrying to grab a mug. When he opened the door to Louis' room, he was staring quietly at the ceiling. He'd been crying before he came over, Harry realised. He could tell by the extra rasp to his voice and the quiet shame in his slightly reddened eyes that refused to meet his for too long. He just didn't know why and wasn't sure whether asking a drunk Louis to talk about his issues was an invasion of privacy or not. He didn't want sober Louis to have any regrets in the morning.

"Thank you. Thank you. You're so sweet to me. I don't deserve tha-  I mean, I do. I should. Right?"

"Right, little one." The proud smile Harry wore meant a lot to Louis, almost too much. He flushed a bit and flicked Harry's thigh, though there was an adoring look on his face that he didn't bother trying to hide in his drunken haze.

"Gimme a break, I'm big! Don't you call me that, you string bean giant."

"I'll have you know I work out, Louis Tomlinson. Now drink up, yeah?" Louis rolled his eyes but giggled when Harry held the cup to his lips, taking a sip. He whined when he realised it wasn't cold but Harry just sighed in resignation and made him take more, wanting the man to feel better. Louis didn't want to disappoint Harry so he did as he was told.

Once he was done, Harry was sure Louis would feel a bit clearer. Maybe he could even get some sleep. Instead, Louis began to fiddle with the zip of his jacket. He thought it was just for fun at first and let him carry on but then he was tugging at the sleeves and he could only hide his face the best he could manage as he slipped it off, revealing his naked torso underneath. He'd been in such a hurry he'd thrown on the first thing he saw before he rushed out to meet him.