ELATION ☄️Unbelivers Sequel ☄️

Boo

Harry's pov

As Harry slowly opened his eyes, he noticed the soft murmur of Louis' voice, hushed and tinged with concern. Curiosity got the better of him, and he sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Louis was pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed, a mobile phone pressed to his ear. The worry lines etched on his face were evident, and Harry's heart skipped a beat. Louis haven't seen him up yet. Harry was feeling a lot better after the sleep . He remember Louis making him take meds .

He looked around the room it's already evening , casting a warm, golden glow across the room. The fading sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, painting intricate patterns on the walls. The soft breeze carried a hint of humidity, and the room was filled with a tranquil ambiance. In the midst of this serene scene, the light found its way to Louis' face, caressing his features and casting an ethereal glow upon him.

The evening light danced upon Louis' worried expression, enhancing the contours of his face. The gentle rays highlighted the lines around his eyes, revealing his deep concern. Yet, amidst the worry, there was a subtle grace to his features, an undeniable strength that radiated from within. The glimmering light seemed to embrace him, offering a moment of solace amidst the uncertainty.

Harry couldn't help but be captivated by the sight. It was as if the universe itself was trying to remind them both that even in the darkest of times, there was beauty to be found.

Silently, Harry got out of bed and approached Louis, wrapping his arms around him in a tender embrace. Louis was startled at the touch and swing around. "What the hell are you doing out of bed?" , He was serious. "I'm feeling better, Lou," he said. "Well, that's not an excuse, is it? GO BACK TO BED". Louis exclaimed.

Harry went back to bed; he didn't want to argue with Louis in this state. "You don't have to be dick about it; I liked the soft Louis better," Harry said as he was getting into the covers.

Louis sat beside Harry in the bed as Harry started caressing louis face. "Well, I like the silent Harry; we can't always get the thing we want, can we?" Louis had a pouted smirk that he always had when he was flirting.

"Shut up, I know you like my blabbering." "And you like my dick" Louis laughed proudly at his own joke. Harry looked at Louis with total admiration.

"Alright, I think you should rest; I'm going to go and talk about the situation with coach Kevin."

"Hey, have you thought about telling people about us? I mean, I think some of them already have doubts. Last week, Kevin asked me about us living together outside campus dorms, and I could smell that he was suspicious." Harry said with a sigh.

Louis looked troubled. "Harry, we don't know them; they can be homophobic. Well, I don't think Kevin is; I mean, he is gay, but the gang, I don't know them, and we are not safe here, you know." Louis could smell a fight coming soon about the same matter. Well, it's written all over his face.

"Anyways, I'm out. Sleep tight. Call me if you feel sick. Don't hold back. And if you are bored, I have renewed the Netflix subscriptions. Tea is on the side table, as is your smutty book." Louis winked. "And if you are still bored, don't call my mother. You guys are getting along too well, and she is spilling a lot of information that I don't want you to have about my childhood." Louis said in one breath and then turned around, getting dressed. " Stop staring at my ass, Harry." Louis said it

knowingly.
"Can't help it even if I'm sick "
"Bye love"
"Bye Boo"
"Stop calling me that."
"Never"