Finding Louis {l.s}

5

Louis:

Oh God. I'm going to die. It smells like him. I smell like him. His soap is some fruity mixture and is now clinging to my skin. And the sweater? It has Harry all over it. I never, ever want to take it off. He's just that lovely. I know I should feel stupid for getting clingy this fast but this is the first person to treat me like a human in years. This is my first possible friend since I was in highschool. I have every right to feel giddy, I tell myself, sinking into his couch which also smells like him. I realise he must have slept on it and freeze, facepalming. For a moment, I let myself forget I'm a burden on the man. It isn't going to happen again.

"What's up, party people?" He's such a goofball. I just smile quietly and grab the popcorn, feeling his eyes on me. With a sigh after flipping through channels with him, I turn to face him with a deliberately wide smile.

"Stop gawking, Hazz, I already know I'm cute."

And then I deadpan. He shrugs, his face tinted a bit rosier than before and snatches the remote right out of my hand, ignoring my sharp "hey" that I really didn't mean.

I just want to find something to fight about, I realise. I used to do this in the past, too. When Simon upset me, I would do something to upset him. I knew it would get me in trouble but I just craved his attention like a drug. And now, here I am, doing the same thing to a man whose only crime is trying to help me. I'm such an idiot. "I- I'm sorry."

He frowns at me and I continue quickly before he says something stupidly sweet, as usual. "Before you tell me I shouldn't apologise or something, just let me finish. You should be laying in your bed, not on this. I guess I just assumed you had a guest room. But you don't and that means I've been taking your space from you. We should switch."

"Ha. Make me, Lou." I arch a brow at him and he freezes, clearing his throat as he swiftly avoids my eyes. Maybe I was too pushy. I don't want the tension to stay so I punch his shoulder, relaxing when he whines and nudges me back. We continue to nudge each other and then he quietly rests his head on my shoulder. My body locks into place but he doesn't seem to notice, snuggling further into me. "I love this sweater, it's so cozy."

"Right. The sweater. Umm... Let's just keep looking for a movie, yeah, mate?" He does so but still, he doesn't move even slightly off of me. And I'm not upset. I would do anything to make Harry comfortable and if this is comfortable for him, I'm more than alright with that. I feel the urge to ask him what the hell he's doing to me because I definitely shouldn't be so invested in him so soon but of course, I don't. Instead, I enjoy the scents of Harry, Harry, Harry that circle around me. Vanilla and fruit and baked goods and coffee. And I find myself falling asleep.

"What the fuck? Harry...?" I sit up. I hate that I'm frightened but I can't help the feeling that the unknown voice at the end of the room is Simon. It must be. Who else would just walk into the apartment, no holds barred? He's found me, I think. He's going to kill me, I think. Then Harry mumbles something and pulls my head back into his lap, running his hands through it.

My face is burning. I know it, I feel it and I still can't handle it. There's someone standing right in front of us, yet, he's doing something like this? I don't even know when or how we switched positions cos I am fairly certain he was the one laying on me and not the other way around. I look up at him and his eyes are still shut as he plays with my hair. The idiot. The warm, cute idiot. I gently grab his wrists, just like he does for me and give him a little shake.

"Hazz? You umm... Have a visitor." He blinks down at me, grumbling and sighs to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. I'm not quite sure what to do but I sit up, hoping he won't try to keep me close, again. He doesn't and I find myself wishing he had, letting go of his hands.