Mr Brightside - L.S

Chapter Three

"Right, I've written the note and I've left it by his bed," Vincent had said, "I'm off now, goodnight."

Louis struggled to get to sleep, wondering if Vincent was angry because of what he'd heard or if he had excused it as Harry being drunk off his arse all night. He hoped with his whole chest that it was the latter because he honestly didn't want to be on the receiving end of the blond boy's jealousy. Still, the nagging voice in the back of his head kept telling him that it was doubtful Vincent - of all people - would be the type to forgive and forget. At about 1:30 AM, Louis drifted off to sleep after twenty minutes of rethinking his life choices.

"Bollocks!" Louis's eyes shot open at the sudden shout, followed by a series of crashes coming from the kitchen. In his foggy state of mind, he wondered if he was being burgled, before he remembered the extensive security his building had and the fact that Harry was staying overnight. When he properly processed that last thought, he looked down at the silver watch on his wrist and furrowed his brows. He had only been asleep for two hours.

Clumsily scrambling to turn on his bedside light, Louis somehow managed to end up laying on his back next to his bed, tangled up in his red sheets and staring at his ceiling. For a moment the noise in the kitchen stopped, before it hesitantly started again, only a bit quieter than before. As amusement formed a smile on Louis' face, he slowly detangled himself from his bedsheets and stood up, walking towards the door and flicking on the light in the hallway.

"Oh, Lou!" Harry's voice registered in Louis' brain as he stumbled over to sit on one of the stools by the kitchen island, "You're awake!" When the words left his mouth, Harry seemed to pause for a moment before looking bashful, though he never stopped stirring whatever was in the pan in front of him. "Did I wake you? I'm sorry if I did, I tried to be quiet."

A fond smile settles on Louis' lips because he could never be angry at Harry if he tried, even if the younger boy woke him up at three in the morning by making a racket in his kitchen. "It's fine, mate, you don't need to worry," Louis smiled, and Harry nodded despite still looking unsure, "So what are you making in that big ass pan?" Harry's eyes seemed to light up as he started rambling about a recipe he had seen online about a Chinese dish he had been excited to make.

"So I heard that it dates back to-" his deep voice suddenly cuts off when he sees Louis yawning."Do you just wanna go back to sleep, if you're that tired?" The tone of his voice betrays how sad he is despite him looking nonchalant and it tugs on Louis' heartstrings. Actually, that was probably just the hunger he was feeling because he hadn't eaten anything in five hours other than marshmallows, but Harry was thankfully almost done with the dish in the pan.

"No, no, it's okay," Louis assures him, " I probably just need some food to wake me up." At that, dimples dig craters in the younger boy's cheeks and he starts piling the food onto two plates. "Why are you awake so early?

"I don't know, really. I just wasn't tired," Harry responded after a few moments of silence, Louis worried his lip between his teeth as he listened. "That's been happening quite a bit recently."

Harry looked at him with concern prominent in his green eyes. He hesitantly places the food in front of Louis before he sits down next to him and nervously bounced his leg. "Why, did it annoy you?"

"No! You could never annoy me, Haz," Louis assured him before continuing. "Maybe you could get a diary to write in when you can't sleep?" he suggests as he looks across at his friend. His head is tilted as he looks at Louis, and the older boy nods and gestures with his fork before continuing, "Like, if you don't know why you can't sleep, write down how you feel when it's happening and in the morning look back at the diary to understand it better."