Shut up, soulmate!

9

Written by LouisThiccSexyAss

It was slightly weird, constantly craving Harry's presence every second of every day. If he wasn't texting him or communicating by drawing on their arms, or listening to him sing, Louis was thinking of him.

He'd been with people before, but not been utterly obsessed like he was now. It was dizzyingly crazy, that he could spend hours with Harry on his mind, the name playing through his mind like a broken record.

He was counting down the days until he could go visit Harry in Holmes Chapel, and it appeared Harry was too, judging by his countdown messages.

Harry had also decided to document every moment of every day for Louis, sending selfies and messages andlong-windedd play-by-play explainations of his day, all of which Louis happily receives and read, replying with notes on basically every aspect.

He likes how close they've become, how much Harry looks forward to talking to him, to their nightly phone calls. It's sweet, but a little overwhelming. Harry's so all in, and Louis' scared, because he's Harry's first everything, and Louis' worried that something will happen. He's worried he'll accidentally pressure Harry or push him too far and push him away as result.

The bus drive to Holmes Chapel is excruciating, a mixture of wanting to get there sooner and to never get there, wanting to see Harry and run for the hills, because he's so scared.

The excitement outweighs the nerves, and he feels nothing but pure elation and joy when Harry launches himself into Louis' arms, screaming "LOUUUUU!!!!" as he does so, almost sending Louis tumbling into a disgruntled businessman.

"HAZ!" Louis laughs, matching Harry's enthusiasm as he spins him around, Harry clinging to him like a koala, giggling gleefully in his ear.

"I've missed you!" Harry exclaims, clinging even tighter to Louis.

"I've missed you too, H." Louis tells him, worries immediately going out the window because he has this boy in his arms.

"I'm so happy you're here!" Harry tells him, there's a cooing noise from behind him, and Louis turns around, Harry squealing as he does so.

"I'm Gemma, Harry's sister." A woman with the same hair colour as Harry says, waving. "He's told me all about you."

"All good things, I hope." Louis chuckles, setting Harry down. The boy pouts, opting to lace their fingers together.

They walk to the Styles household, Harry pointing out his favourite places (including the bakery that he works in, Gemma immediately teasing him about just being a cashier), chatting Louis' ear off the entire way.

Harry runs upstairs the minute they get to the house, telling Louis to wait outside.

"You make him really happy, you know." Gemma comments, Louis turns to face her, raising an eyebrow.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah. Happiest I've seen him in a while." Gemma says. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me, he makes me happy too." Louis says, and Gemma pulls him in for a tight hug.

"I love that you're making my baby brother happy," she tells him, "but if you hurt him I will hunt you down."

"Noted." Louis says, just as Harry bursts out the door again, grabbing Louis by the wrist and tugging him inside. "Enthusiastic much, Hazzie?"

Harry falters. "S-sorry- I didn't mean- didn't me-"

"No, no. Baby." He doesn't know where the pet name came from, but judging by the way Harry lights up it was a good choice. "I was just commenting on it, I don't mind. I like that you're happy."

Harry blushes, and Louis steals a fleeting kiss.

After he's introduced to Harry's mother, fed (Harry gave him something from the bakery, and again with the cashier jokes from Gemma) and shown around the house, Harry shyly brings him to his room, scuffing his foot on the carpet as he does so.

It's really cozy looking, the bed looks like something that Louis could fall asleep instantly in. There's a few framed pictures, plus a canvas on the wall, a painting of a deer.

"I like the painting." Louis comments, walking over to explore Harry's bookshelf.

Harry flushes a furious red, stuttering out a nonsensical reply.

"You did it?" Louis asks, pleasantly surprised. Harry nods, still blushing. Louis walks over, hugging him. "It's amazing, baby."

Harry giggles, sitting on the bed with Louis. They end up watching Legally Blonde, Harry snuggling into his chest, playing with the hem of his shirt.

While it's totally innocent, Louis' hyper-aware of every fiber of his body about how close Harry is, every part of his body that's pressed against Louis'. He ends up playing with Harry's hair, wrapping the soft curls around his fingers.

"Have I mentioned how fucking obsessed I am with your hair?" Louis asks, and Harry giggles.

"I had a suspicion."

"It's just so fucking soft and curly and cute-" Louis rambles, and Harry snuggles farther into him. "You're cute."

"You're very good looking yourself." Harry mumbles, leaning up to kiss Louis' jaw. Louis gently cradles Harry's face, eskimo kissing him then pressing their lips together, Harry's mouth falling open after a while, letting Louis deepen the kiss.

Harry's fingers wrap around Louis' wrist, hair tickling Louis' forehead.

Louis pulls away before it gets too heated, pressing a kiss to Harry's forehead before reverting his attention back to the TV screen. Harry giggles, snuggling back into his chest again.

Once the movie is over (and they've had dinner with Harry's mum and sister, in which both told Louis hopelessly embarrassing stories about Harry, who of which was so embarrassed that he looked ready to sink into the floor), they end up watching reruns of the American Office, Harry falling asleep against Louis' chest after a while. Louis secures his arms around Harry, adjusting them so that Harry wouldn't wake up with neck pains.

He pulls the blanket over them, sniffing Harry's hair, then turns off the telly, going to sleep.

***

"Lou, wake up." Harry hisses, shaking him. Louis starts, glancing around blearily.

"Wha'ssa matter?" Louis mumbles, trying to keep his eyes open.

"I don't wanna spend the entire day in bed." Harry tells him, smiling shyly. "Wanna go somewhere, do something. Show you around properly."

"I'd love that, baby."