Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

16

Louis was just done cleaning up the living room so everything looked relatively normal again sitting at the kitchen counter sipping on his coffee when Harry stumbled into the room looking as if he just gotten run over by a truck. Twice.

"Morning." Louis grinned widely.

"I never drink again." Harry grumbled and Louis laughed loudly.

"Sure you don't. Do you have any idea how often I said that already?"

"But I mean it! Make it go away!" Harry whined and dropped his head on the counter.

Louis sighed amused and grabbed a carton with pizza he had ordered for this exact reason and placed it in front of Harry who cringed at the fast food.

"No." He gagged and held his stomach.

"Now it seems gross but trust me after taking the first bite you'll feel better." Louis gestured to the pizza and Harry looked at him unsure but slowly reached out to grab a slice.

What Louis said was proven to be right when after the first bite Harry suddenly got incredibly hungry and he felt a little bit better overall when he finished the first slice. While he was eating Louis got up, rounded the counter and grabbed a glass filling it with water. He got a package of sodium bicarbonate and put one spoonful of it in the water stirring it around.

"Here, drink. It easens the stomach ache." He said and placed the glass in front of Harry.

"That's salty water." Harry frowned.

"Just drink it, Harry." Louis sighed.

"Okay." Harry said quietly and emptied the glass in one go, poking out his tongue in disgust after.

"Good. Now go have a shower and then you'll feel better. Welcome to my life." Louis grinned and exited the kitchen to go upstairs.

He still couldn't forget about what Harry told him yesterday and it haunted him. Last night he didn't get nearly enough sleep as he needed to get rid of his hangover, so his headache was driving him crazy, not even to mention the lack of sleep and his constantly running brain on how to save the situation between him and Harry.

Until now he hoped Harry was just confused and didn't know where to with his thoughts after the troublesome winter break and the weeks before, but after yesterday he was sure Harry's feelings for him were legit because drunk words were sober thoughts and if he wanted to have his first kiss with Louis then he had to feel something for him- Harry was just like that, Louis knew that.

He stomped into his room pulled off his shirt and pants and jumped in his bed, grimacing when his back hit the mattress from the collision. He grabbed his duvet and pulled it over his head so everything else was blended out and closed his eyes in hopes sleep would take over him soon. He didn't care that it was midday already, he was busy cleaning up the house the entire morning and coming to terms with his own hangover and everything else that was bothering him, so he didn't anticipate leaving his house- or his room- for the rest of the day.

The next time Louis looked at his clock on the nightstand was two hours later and he felt even more exhausted than before. He couldn't actually fall asleep, he was only dozing but every little noise made him jolt up, so his hopes in getting a proper sleep were long gone. He sat up and rubbed his hands over his face about to go for a shower but he didn't want to move. So he sat there for about twenty minutes without doing anything at all and just stared at his black tv screen.

"You're pathetic." He muttered to himself. That didn't prevent from continuing pitying himself.

Another five minutes later he eventually got up with a groan and trotted into the bathroom. When he came out again he fell in his bed once more face first. A knock on his door made him sigh but he still didn't move.