Louis woke with a annoying crick in his neck. He groaned, and twisted it around until it cracked lightly. He turned his body clockwise, remembering the pills and water he had put on the end table the night before. The night before.
Louis sat up all the way, hyperventilating slightly, and looked at the familiar mop of curly hair laying beside him. He peeked under the blanket, and sighed out of relief. He was thanking God that he still had clothes on. The boy beside him stirred, and brought his hands up, fistting them slightly, and rubbing his eyes. "Louis?" he asked, looking at Louis like he had three heads.
"Um- you-I mean- I-" Louis squeaked out. "You- you don't remember anything?"
Harry looked questionably at the older boy, and shook his head. "Um, no? What happened last night, Lou?" Louis heart ached, and he felt like vomiting.
"Nothing," he told him. "Nothing at all."
***
"And he doesn't remember anything?" Liam questioned Louis as they sat at the kitchen table of Harry's flat, drinking tea.
"No, not at all. It kills me, Li," Louis said, tearing up a bit at the end. Harry had retired back to his own bed after Louis had assured him that nothing important had happened last night. Liam looked at his friend in pity.
"I'm sorry, Lou. I wish I knew how to help.."
"You can't help! Nothing can help the feelings I have! God, Li. I had a dream about the kiss last night! A fucking dream." Louis seethed, he hadn't a clue that Harry was listening. "I love him, Liam," he whimpered. Liam looked around Louis crying figure, and over at a teary-eyed Harry. He watched him turn around slowly, and head back into his room, shutting the door quietly, so as not to disturb the two at the table.
"I'll be right back, Lou." Liam made his way toward the bedroom door, and opened it lightly. "Harry, I know you're in here."
"Go away."
"Sorry, bud. No can do." Liam walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. "Tell me whats wrong?"
"I'm scared."
"Scared? Of what?" Liam asked.
"Of love," the younger boy whimpered.
"And why are you scared, might I ask?"
There was no reply, only small sniffles. "Harry?"
"I'm not worth it!" He yelled. "I'm not worthy of his love!"
"Harry, you know that's not true."
"I don't know anything."
"Everything will be alright, I promise."
"Don't tell him," he whispered.
"Tell him what?" Liam asked.
"That I remember last night."
"What? Why?"
"Because, we have a good friendship. I don't want to ruin that," he told him, brokenly.
"Harry, you can't just keep it a secret."
"Why not?"
"Cause he's standing at the door right now."
