Men are shit

Anchor & Rope

"That damn asshole! Fuck it all!"

Louis opens his eyes in shock, awoken so harshly from his dream and takes a moment to process that Harry is no longer lying next to him and that his screams have woken him up somewhere in the house.

He still hears him cursing something incomprehensible, albeit more quietly now.

What a way to wake up. Did Harry find out that I stole the shimmering white nail polish yesterday and that's why he's so mad? I'm a little afraid to get out of bed. But I have to pee. Maybe I can quickly put the nail polish back when I go to the toilet so that I can say it wasn't me?

"Louis?" Harry suddenly calls and he hears footsteps approaching the bedroom.

And Louis actually does the only thing that makes sense for him - pull the blanket over his head, hold his breath and play dead.

"Lou?" it calls again but this time it's so close that Harry definitely has to be standing in the bedroom.

The next moment the mattress dips next to him and Louis is already afraid of suffocating.

"Are you still sleeping?" it suddenly coos softer next to him and a hand places itself on Louis' shoulders and shakes him lightly.

He just lulls me into a false sense of security. Hang in there and hold my breath a little longer. I know he's just pretending he's not mad and then he starts yelling at me.

Suddenly his blanket lifts and Harry's face is in front of his. Louis quickly closes his eyes and narrows them.

"I know you had your eyes open until two seconds ago. Stop pretending to be asleep. I need you! And... are you holding your breath?" Harry wonders and pulls the blanket completely off his head.

But Louis just shakes his head.

Wow... no dead person shakes their head you idiot. Although who knows what undertakers have seen? What if someone who was believed to be dead was just in a coma and then suddenly draws attention to themselves on the table by shaking their head. How bad it must be to be buried alive. I have to include in my last will and testament that I want a phone in the coffin so that I can call if necessary if I'm not dead. And I should write this down somewhere quickly or I'll forget it!

Louis gasps and breathes in and out wildly and then looks at Harry.

"Can you just remember for me that I want a phone in the coffin when I'm dead? I have to write this down right away, otherwise I know I'll forget it anyway," Louis says breathlessly while Harry blinks at him with wide eyes.

"Um, yeah, okay. Sure, no problem but... could you listen to me for a moment?" Harry asks and then a real storm of emotions crosses his face.

Sadness, anger and is Harry about to cry?

And all because I couldn't keep my hands off his nail polish. Well done Louis.

Louis sits up quickly and takes Harry's hands in his. "I'm so sorry I took the nail polish. I'll give it back to you immediately, okay? And I'll buy you another one. Or ten as far as I'm concerned. But please don't be mad at me anymore," he babbles wildly.

"What are you talking about?" Harry frowns. "Louis I honestly don't care if you stole my nail polishes. You can use any and you don't have to steal it. Oh my God...what a mess."

"So you didn't scream like that because of me and because you're mad at me?" Louis looks sheepishly up from under his eyelashes.

"No. I'm angry because my doctor's office just called to tell me to come in so the doctor can discuss the results with me. Something came up positive," Harry hisses and jumps up from the bed and starts pacing angrily.