Learning To Forgive and To Compromise.
Harry woke up to yet another empty bed which was no surprise. He cracked open his eyes and groaned at the headache that pounded behind his eyes. His mouth was dry like sand paper and he desperately needed a drink of water. He rolled onto his back, his arm absentmindedly resting on Louis' cold side of the bed. Harry hated waking up to an empty bed but he understood that Louis was a busy man. He reached for his phone but it wasn't on his bedside table which was odd. He always left his phone on the bedside table. There was no note from Louis this morning greeting him into the new day. Harry needed water. And paracetamol. And food.
He sat up gingerly, putting his feet down and he groaned as he cradled his aching throbbing head in his hands. His clothes were on the floor and it took a moment for Harry to remember all that had happened yesterday. The newspaper with pictures of Louis and Ryan. Their fight. Making up with Nick. Going out with Nick and getting almost drunk. Louis picking him up. Louis! He had picked him up from a bar where he had gotten drunk with Nick! He was in deep shit! Harry groaned again, this time not from the headache but from having to face Louis. What if he ended up on the tabloids again with some sleazy headline about him in the company of another man? Harry's stomach roiled uncomfortably. He contemplated on going back to bed and sleep the day away but he was hungry and thirsty and he needed to call Louis to see if he was alright and how mad he was at him on a scale of one to ten for his foolishness.
He stood up on unsteady legs and marched to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and winced as the bright light blinded him and made his head pound even more. He looked at himself in the mirror through squinted eyes and he groaned again. He looked like shit! He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face, then cupped his hands under the water and gulped a little of it, loving the coolness of it and how it soothed his parched throat. He then brushed his teeth and ran his wet hands through his curls to try and tame them a little but they seemed to have a mind of their own this morning and decided that they just wanted to rebel and stick out. Harry shrugged and let them be rebels. He was grateful that it was Saturday. He had every intention of making most of his alone time by catching up on all his assignments.
Harry left the bedroom and walked out onto the landing in just his socks. As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, he heard voices down below. A lot of voices actually. He commenced to descend the stairs slowly and as he reached the lower landing, he saw people. People in the living room. People outside Louis' study. People he didn't know. And what the hell where the police doing in their house? Harry wondered what he had woken up to. Did he fuck up that bad last night? What the hell had he done that required the police? As he took the last step, Leonard greeted him. He looked flushed and agitated!
'Good morning Harry,' he told him and Harry could tell that Leonard was panicked and worried. He was fidgeting and Leonard only fidgeted when he was freaking out.
'What's going on?' Harry asked him, his voice still thick from sleep. He needed a cup of tea! 'Who are all these people and why are the police here? Is Louis alright?' Leonard waved a hand in front of his face as if he was chasing a fly away.
'He-he's fine. Physically at least. Mood wise? Not too good. He needs you in his study right away. He told me to fetch you as soon as you were up. Come along,' Leonard told him as he moved away from Harry but Harry caught his elbow stopping him. He gulped. He was so in trouble!
