~*~ Harry ~*~
Sunday arrives faster than Harry expects, and his stomach is tied in knots. He’s already thrown up four times since he had gotten home last night, and it’s currently only 4:57 a.m. Harry is supposed to be at Louis’ flat at 8:00 a.m. so that they can talk before Louis goes to the bar for the New Year’s Bash that Midnight Memories is hosting.
Harry had reluctantly returned to his room early last night with Niall. They’d only been back about fifteen minutes when he had felt his nerves about today settling into his stomach. Niall had curled around him, sleeping next to him and getting up every time Harry had, holding his hair back and offering his strength and support. Each time, he would gently wipe Harry’s face clean and tuck him back into bed before sliding in behind and wrapping his arms around him.
Time is moving excruciatingly slow for Harry as he waits. Dread washes over him, tossing about in the pit of his stomach, as the seconds tick by, and he finds himself in front of the toilet again, emptying what’s left of the bagel he had tried to eat a few minutes earlier to settle his stomach.
“You alright, Harry?” Niall sits beside him on the floor.
Harry groans, “Yeah. Just nervous.”
“Is there anything he can say that would make you leave him?” Niall asks, broaching the question carefully.
Harry doesn’t hesitate. “No.”
Niall pats Harry’s leg comfortingly. “Then, you really have nothing to worry about, yeah?”
Harry frowns as his stomach continues to churn with anxiety. “What if it’s something worse than I can imagine?”
Niall’s eyes search Harry’s. “Do you love him?”
“Yes,” Harry breathes out, afraid of jinxing it.
Niall shrugs. “Then you will figure it out.”
“What if he decides I’m not worth it? What if he’s changed his mind?” Harry whines, voicing his fears.
“It’s unlikely that would ever happen. I’ve been working with him at the bar for the last two days, and I’ve not seen him even look at another person. He seems to know where you are at all times, and if anyone gets closer to you than he feels is acceptable, he sends a bouncer to stand nearby to make sure no one touches you.” Niall wipes Harry’s face with the wet towel that is on the sink. “Come back to bed. Sleep for a little longer. You won’t be any good to anyone in the shape you’re in right now.”
~~*~~
Harry swallows down the hot saliva that is trying to escape as he knocks on Louis’ door. A barefooted, rumpled, sleep soft Louis, dressed in comfortable black joggers and a matching worn-out t shirt, opens the door and smiles up at him. “Good morning, love. I’d kiss you hello, but morning breath and all.”
“I don’t care.” Harry leans down and claims Louis’ mouth with his, tongue sliding unhesitatingly into his mouth.
“Mmm,” Louis moans as he pulls away and tugs Harry inside. “Talk, first. If we keep doing that, I’ll get carried away and lose my nerve.”
