Mystery Buyer (L.S)

Twenty-Two

Tw, smut.

Louis stirred in his sleep as he thought he heard something. He sat up rubbing his eyes and glancing around the room while he waited for whatever it was to make another noise. He was just about to lay back down and go back to sleep when he heard it again and realised that it was someone at his door.

'Who the fuck..?' he muttered as he shuffled out of bed.

He checked his phone quickly before he got up, noticing the missed calls from Harry and put two and two together, rushing to the door in just his grey joggers.

He opened the door to a rather worse for wear looking Harry. He instantly noticed the blood on Harry's split lip and the redness of his bruised jawline.

'Harry what the fuck?!' Louis grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, led him over to sit on the sofa before heading to his cupboard for a first aid kit.

'Lou, I fucked up.' Harry stood up and followed Louis, only to be ushered back to the sofa and made to sit back down.

Louis sat next to him, the pair of them facing each other as Louis started to clean Harry's split lip with sterile wipes making him flinch at the sting.

'What happened? Where's Kev?'

'I need to call him, he's miscalled me alot. Parker happened..'

Louis froze, his face showing obvious panic and confusion.

'Parker did this to you? Harry I'm sorry, I'm so sorry'

'What? No.. Louis I fucked up, I let him get under my skin. I shouldn't have lost my cool but he got under my skin..'

Harry reached forward to rest his hand on Louis' thigh and Louis noticed the bruising on his knuckles, closing his eyes briefly and letting out a sigh.

'Tell me what happened? What did he say to you? ' Louis finished up cleaning Harry's lip and now had an ice pack on his jawline.

'He said he's gonna get you back. He kept calling you little one after he over heard me call you.'

Louis shuffled a little closer and took hold of Harry's chin to make them hold eye contact.

'I'm not going back to him, Haz. I dunno why you'd worry about that.'

'Yeah but it got to me, and I may have beat him up for it..'

Harry shuffled and moved his face from Louis, feeling embarrassed about everything. He hated this side of him, the lack of control when he got angry, and he hated that Louis now knew about it.

Louis moved Harry's curly fridge from his forehead, trying to comfort him the best he could. Harry's eyes flickered between Louis' eyes and lips and Louis definitely noticed. He leant forward and gave Harry to smallest and most gentle kiss that he could, being cautious of Harry's injuries.

'You're a mess Harry, you're drenched..' Louis noticed Harry's alcohol soaked shirt and trousers, giving him a dry laugh.

'Let's get you changed and I'm gonna call Kev for you. You can stay here but he needs to know you're safe, Haz'

Harry smirked and raised his eyebrows at Louis, still drunk.

'Are you gonna get me changed, little one?'

'Harry you're drunk, get up and shuttup' Louis laughed as he tugged on Harry's hand, purposefully choosing the one that wasn't bruised.

'I'd you want me to shuttup you'll have to make me' Harry chuckled as he spoke.

Drunken Harry was extra flirty and extra cheeky and Louis loved it and it made him laugh. He was respectful though of course, just like Harry was when Louis was drunk.