~*~ Harry ~*~
Harry is unexpectedly sad to see Louis’ family leave on Thursday. He enjoyed his time with them and is already looking forward to the next time. Louis promises him that it will be around Easter when they show up again but that he will take Harry to see them before then if he wants. And Harry wants. Oh, does Harry ever want.
He wants a lot of things. He wants to insert himself into Louis’ family for one. They are what he had always dreamed being with family should feel like. He also wants Louis to talk to him and tell him everything he’s holding back; but he can tell that Louis isn’t quite ready, so he isn’t pushing.
Louis goes back to work on Thursday night, so Harry heads back to university. The further away he gets from Louis as he returns to his dorm, the more distraught he feels. He’s going to miss being around Louis all day. He’s going to miss the soft reassuring touches for no reason other than to make contact. And he’s definitely going to miss sleeping next to Louis.
Harry jumps in the shower as soon as he gets to his room. He’s rinsing off when he hears a text message notification come through on his phone. Grabbing a towel and running it over his hair, he walks, body still wet and dripping, into his bedroom and picks up his phone, thumb sliding immediately over the screen to unlock it.
Are you coming to the bar tonight?
Harry smiles. They hadn’t talked about it, but if Louis wants him there, nothing will keep him away.
Do you want me to?
Louis’ answer is instant.
I always want you here.
Harry blushes, which is crazy since he’s alone. He giggles out loud at his silliness, glad no one is here to tease him.
I’ll be there. I’ll see if Niall wants to go with me.
He opens his messages with Niall.
Midnight Memories? Tonight?
Niall immediately slams open the door to Harry’s room. “Fuck, yeah! I thought you’d never ask. I was going insane waiting.” He eyes Harry up and down. “You might want to put clothes on, though.”
An hour later, Harry texts Gemma on their way to the bar. After she confirms that she would be there, Harry can’t help but smile. His life seems so much less bleak than last week.
Niall is talking a mile a minute when they walk past the line. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry sees the guy from the scavenger hunt. The one that Louis had snogged and then snagged the underwear from. He’s with a group of friends that seem to be teasing him good naturedly.
“Hey,” Harry says walking over to him.
The boy’s brow furrows as he tries to place Harry. “Do I know you?”
“I videoed you kissing a guy before you gave him your underwear in Manchester a few months ago. I’m Harry,” he introduces himself.
The boy’s friends all cheer him on. “Get it!” one yelled.
Rolling his eyes at their antics, he replies, “Oh, yeah. I remember you. I’m Dylan. Sorry, I kind of blocked out everything but Tommo kissing me from that night.”
