After Louis ran out, Harry collapsed back on the floor, hopelessly confused. Why would he kiss him, then run away? Harry hiccuped again, and made his way over to the sofa, letting his head loll back on the soft cushions. He closed his eyes, willing his headache to go away, even just for a bit. "Harry?"
Harry squeezed his eyes tighter, and he heard Louis sigh. The weight on the sofa shifted, and he felt a blanket drape over him. A warm body snuggled up to his side, and he found himself grasping a firm waist. A pair of lips touched his forehead, and his eyelids fluttered, and he looked into the older boys sea blue eyes. "Why'd you leave?" he asked, and Louis couldn't help but giggle softly at how innocent he sounded.
"I was scared," Louis whispered quietly, and looked down at the sofa cushion, as if questioning its very existence. Harry grabbed his chin, and brought it up until he was forced to look into his eyes. Louis wasn't quite sure why he was even going to say what he was about to say, because Harry was so shitfaced that Louis was positive that he wouldn't even remember what happened in the morning, but he really didn't care as he confessed to the younger boy how he felt. "I was scared that you were going to realise what was happening, and throw me away, as if I was merely a piece of rubbish.." he trailed off. Harry's eyes flashed with anger, and in an instant, Louis mouth was moving with his. When they finally pulled away, Harry breathed,
"You most definatly are not a piece of rubbish." Harry told him. Louis looked down again, and then back up at him.
"Do you really mean it?"
"Have I ever lied to you, Lou?"
"Well.." he trailed off playfully, and Harry glared at him, making him laugh slightly. "I'm only kidding, Haz."
Harry's eyes closed and he whispered faintly, "Say it again."
"Say what again?"
"Haz." Louis lifted his eyebrows, but gave in to the boys whims.
"Haz."
Louis had just gotten it out when Harry's smooth and soft lips crushed down onto his. His breath tasted like mint toothpaste, and blueberry vodka. The perfect combination.
All too soon, it ended, and Louis hopped off the sofa, and made his way towards the bathroom. "Lou," Harry whined, "where're you going?"
"Just to get some Tylenol for when you wake up, you shitfaced wanker," Louis told him, making the boy laugh lightly. Louis grabbed the medication, and headed towards the kitchen. He filled up a glass of water, and took the bottle of pills and water to the end table, setting them down lightly. "Ya know, I'm way to good to you-" he started, but then stopped, looking over at Harry to find he had already fallen asleep. He chuckled, and laid down next to him, bringing the blanket up to their shoulders, then burying his head into Harry's fabric-covered chest, smelling the remaining scent of cigarette smoke, and Obsession.
"Goodnight, Haz," he whispered, and kissed his forehead. Harry stirred, but didn't wake up. Louis felt that familiar fluttering in his chest and he couldn't help but feel as though that it was supposed to be like this.
Little did he know, that it actually was.
