Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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I need you to leave some love or something I can laugh about today. I hate stunts...
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Friday came too soon for Harry's liking and although he was happy it was finally weekend, he dreaded the evening because then Louis would be gone and he'd stay awake until he came home- if he came home- just as every time when he went to a party.

Harry hated that, he hated when he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, when his clothes were wrinkled and sweaty and when Louis stumbled into his room not caring- or more like not noticing in his drunken state- how loud he actually was and sometimes even coming into Harry's room for no reason, standing there and simply staggering outside again. But what Harry hated most was that he had fun without him and he wished he'd just stay home with him.

"What's with the long face?" Louis glanced at Harry through the mirror when he fixed his hair and Harry sat on the closed toilet seat frowning at him.

"I don't want you to go." He pouted.

"I haven't been to a party in ages, Haz. Let me live a bit." Louis groaned.

"But you can also live when you're spending time with me." Harry reasoned. "We can cuddle and watch a movie and cuddle some more and fall asleep together."

Louis squeezed his eyes shut and mentally shook his head at Harry's obsession with him that was far beyond the state of being healthy. It's always been like this but somehow since a few months he was even clingier and always searched for Louis' proximity and it made him uneasy for so many different reasons.

"I'm not staying in another Friday evening, no chance. We have the entire weekend to spend time together, you will survive one evening." He stated and pulled on his strands to get them in the right places.

"Tomorrow you will be in a zombie-like state so we only have Sunday together." Harry pouted.

"I promise not to drink too much, okay?" Louis suggested.

"Fine." Harry grumbled.

"And anyway..." Louis added when he strolled out of the bathroom and to his closet followed by Harry who sat down on his bed. He got rid of his sweatpants and shirt careful not to ruin his hair again, rummaging through his clothes. He didn't understand why he had done his hair before getting dressed but now it was too late anyway so he just had to make the best out of it. "...You can indulge in your hobbies now when I'm not here. You haven't been painting in ages, your piano is catching dust..."

Harry zoned out as Louis listed different things he could do while he was gone, staring at a point ahead of him. His brain seemed to be empty as he was fixated on that point until Louis turned around to him and he realised he was staring at him- or better at his lower half- and he quickly snapped his eyes back up to Louis' face who was looking at him weirdly.

"Y'alright?" He quirked an eyebrow and Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting on his spot.

"Y-yeah." He said quickly.

Louis hummed and eyed him for another second before he shrugged to himself and got dressed in black skinnies and a band t-shirt with his denim jacket on top.

"Can I wear this?" He frowned and looked down on himself.

"You can wear anything, you always look great." Harry said without thinking twice.

"Thank you very much, bub." Louis grinned and strolled over to his nightstand sliding his phone in his pants before opening the drawer. He grabbed a condom and put it in his wallet, securing that also in his jeans.

"What's that?" Harry asked curiously and opened the drawer again, eyeing a package with about two dozen of the same small squared packages inside that Louis just stuffed in his wallet and some bottle.