Whispers To The Night

chapter 7. eyes

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  Harry's breaths were gentle against the side of his neck, comforting and warm as was the weight of his hand on his thigh.

  He smoothed his fingers through the lad's lifeless curls and pressed a lingering kiss to his warm forehead, knowing he was tired. He could see it in his face, his eyes, the way he talked, laughed, acted. Harry was exhausted, and it was Louis' fault but there wasn't anything he could do about it now but be there for the lad.

  Harry snuffled and pressed tighter to Louis' side when he shifted, clutch tightening on the grip he had on his thigh and eyes opening, eyelashes fluttering softly against his neck. "Lou?" Harry croaked, pink lips swollen and red from sleep, cheeks flushed and eyes hazey, curls a mess, but he was still beautiful still Harry and he loved him.

  Louis sucked in a sharp breath as the realization shot through his mind and he looked down at the younger lad lying next to him, noticing the small things about him he'd never paid attention to before. Like the slight speckles of gold that adorned his forest green eyes, the way his nose scrunched up as he yawned, eyebrows furrowing when he focused in on Louis' face.

  "You okay?" He asked quietly, reaching up to smooth his fingers down Louis' cheek and inevitably causing a shiver to run down the elder's spine, eyelids fluttering.

  "Mhmm." He answered idly, dropping his head onto Harry's shoulder and closing his eyes, trying to hide the flush spreading over his cheekbones from him. "'M fine."

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  Louis got home three weeks after he woke up, dropping his bag by the door and taking in the sight if his flat, of the familiarity of it, an instant calm feeling spreading over his body. Despite all of the bad things that had happened, it still made him feel okay to be home, like things were going to be alright for him.

  Harry hooked his chin over Louis' shoulder once he got up the stairs ams closed his eyes, the exhaustion nearly gone from his face, a refreshed look taking over the dark bags under his eyes and paleness of his skin. "Better?" He asked quietly as he raised a hand to thumb over his cheekbone, kissing his temple. A small smile grew over Harry's pink lips and he turned his head to nuzzle into Louis' neck, eyes closing, a soft sigh echoing through his brain. "Awesome." He answered, grinning when Louis pinched at his side and prancing off with an excited squeal, all but skipping into the kitchen. "Agh! I missed this place!" Harry shouted, throwing his arms up towards the ceiling and kicking his legs out, giggling like a three year old and nearly knocking over Louis' lamp.

  The older lad walked over and sat on his thighs, successfully trapping him and stopping any further movement so that none of his treasured household items would get an unplanned beating. Harry whined and writhed under Louis but gave up with a soft huff, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting at him, eyebrows furrowed.

  Louis chuckled and leaned over to poke at the lines on his forehead, effectively smoothing the harsh lines out and pressing a gentle kiss to  forehead. "My doll." He murmured, effectively making Harry blush and bury his face in the cushion to hide his flush, whining. "Stooobbitt Lou." He squeaked when the older's fingers came in contact with his sides and couldn't help the giggles that bursted out of his throat, squirming and pushing at Lou's hands to get away. He smiled and tickled him for a while longer before pulling back, resting his head on his chest as the night watched, shining its light in.