Sugar and Spice

Chapter 11

TW: foul language

LIAM'S POV
After the confession Harry had made to me, he cried in my arms until all he had left were quiet sniffles. I didn't let him leave the house, afraid he would get really drunk and do something he would definitely regret. I made him stay the night, and after me holding him for a couple minutes, he began to sleep soundly. Only waking up when Zayn got home from a friend's house. The night was peaceful, the only sound being the occasional passing car on the road below.

​I couldn't manage to fall asleep, Harry's words keeping me awake. I thought about all the times I would see the two together, the way Harry would stare at Louis. It was so obvious to me now, I wondered how Louis didn't notice. It was little things that had slid right under my nose before but now that I knew, it stuck out like a sore thumb.

​A couple of weeks ago Louis brought over some bloke from his childhood, Stan was his name. Apparently the two had been best friends all throughout school and hadn't seen each other since Louis had to take over his father's company. They couldn't keep away from each other, pulling little pranks or chasing each other around (usually ending in them tackling each other and wrestling on the floor.)

​I didn't notice it before but now that I thought of it, harry was really tense that night. He stayed sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room, slowly sipping on his beer. He would occasionally pitch in on our conversation, but only if it had nothing to do with Louis or Stan.

​I had no idea how I was so blind to this before, but now that I think of it, Harry seemed to ease up and go back to normal when Steve mentioned he had a girlfriend back home and was planning to propose.

​I remember Harry congratulating Stan, those being the first words he had said to him all night.

​I tried to fall asleep, but other things just kept popping into my head, like the way the two slept in the same bed. I mean, I sleep in the same bed with some of my mates sometimes, but only if there's nowhere else. And I for sure don't cuddle with my mates. Zayn? Sure, I'll cuddle with him 'till the day I die. But my mates?

​Nonetheless, Harry told me he and Louis cuddle all the time. And sleep together every night. Even thought Louis has a very nice guest room Harry could make his own. Harry told me there was no way Louis could like him back, but he had to. At least a little bit.

​Louis hated to do "fluffy shit," as he likes to say, like cuddling. The fact that he was doing it with Harry had to mean something, right. With that, I was able to put my thoughts to rest. I checked on Harry one more time before laying down on the other side of the bed. I fell asleep listening to the sounds of Harry's little snores.

​I decided I would voice my thoughts to him tomorrow morning.