Mess

10.

When Louis woke up the next morning, he felt sick and exhausted. Harry was right by his side though, holding him so close to his chest like he would dissappear any second. Louis loved being the little spoon, especially now.

He didn't know if Harry was asleep or not, but it felt like it. The laziness made him not bother with actually checking, and he didn't give a fuck now. Harry knew about everything, and he took Louis' blade away... his best friend.

Lost.

He was so lost.

His bottom lip wobbled, and it didn't take a long time before the tears came. Sniffling quitely into his pillow, he took his iPhone from under the pillow and began with clicking on the Twitter app. It was probably a good idea not to go online, but he couldn't stop now.

Louis didn't come so far though. He was only able to read one tweet on his timeline, when suddenly a big hand snatched his phone away and put it down on the night table.

"Baby," Harry croaked out, humming as he nosed Louis' neck. "Want you to relax today, okay?"

Louis shivered, and choked on a sob that was on its way out of his mouth. "O-Okay."

"I love you with all my heart. I just want you to be happy," Harry whispered, giving him soft kisses on his neck. "I want you to be safe."

"Mess," Louis breathed out, "I'm a fucking mess."

"No, baby. Don't say that. Fuck, I love you."

Louis had a small smile on his face, his heart fluttering like always when Harry told him those three words. Maybe that was what he needed. He needed someone to just assure him that everything was going to be alright and that he was loved. Even though it was hard to believe, sometimes it helped.

"Gosh, you're my everything. My everything."