You Can Hear It In The Silence

Chapter 18

Louis squinted his eyes open and had his suspicions confirmed. "What the fuck, H?" His voice was thick with sleep. "Why are you watching me sleep like a fucking weirdo?"

It was common for him to wake up to Harry sitting next to him. Harry seemed to have a knack for guessing when Louis would wake up. Although Louis had a theory that Harry must slowly start to wake him by poking him or something and just managed to get away with it every day.

However, usually, Harry would just be sat there on his phone, or computer, or reading. Not just sitting there, staring at him like he currently was, like a fucking weirdo.

"Good morning to you, too," Harry said, unimpressed with Louis' greeting.

Louis rubbed his eyes and pushed himself up a little. "I'm not joking. It's fucking weird."

Harry hummed. "Well, somehow, I have been nominated to talk to you about something," Harry said to Louis. "And here I was thinking they were being overdramatic." He muttered under his breath, but Louis was sure Harry would know he could still hear him.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Louis asked.

"Apparently," Harry drawled, just pissing Louis off more. "You were in a shitty mood all day yesterday before work, then you came home in a shitty mood, and it seems like it's continuing."

Fucking Zayn and Liam. Christmas was a week away, and school was over for Zayn, and Liam's clinic had closed for the holidays, so they'd been home for the last few days. Yesterday, Niall and Harry went out before Louis left for work, so it would have to be Liam and Zayn who'd said that.

Although Niall was up when he got home last night as well. So, Louis could probably justify being mad at him as well.

"I'm not in a shitty mood," Louis muttered. "I'm fine. They need to stay out of my business."

Harry raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Louis demanded. He knew he was doing it, he could hear himself, but he couldn't stop it.

"Nothing," Harry said. "They were obviously all wrong; I'll go tell them that you're actually in a great mood." He started to push himself off the bed and then paused. "I mean... I think they nominated me because I'm the only one who'd give you head... and that was my plan to cheer you up, but since you're fine, I guess I don't need to."

Then he did get out of bed and walked to the door.

"Wait," Louis said before he could stop himself as Harry's hand reached the door knob.

Harry turned back to him expectantly.

"I suppose my mood hasn't been the greatest..." Louis sighed.

Harry pursed his lips. There was humour in his eyes. "Oh, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," Louis said slowly. "I mean, they're overreacting obviously," (because they fucking were), "but yeah, slightly bad mood."

Harry's hand let go of the doorknob and stepped back towards the bed. "I'm sorry to hear that, Louis. I wish there were something I could do to help." Louis could tell he was trying to fight off a smirk and doing a terrible job.

Louis glared at him.

"Did you have any ideas, baby?" Harry asked, clearly attempting to sound seductive. Okay, he did sound a tiny bit seductive. "Anything I could do that would make you feel better?"

"You said something about thirty seconds ago," Louis said. "You could try that, I suppose."

"Did I?" Harry tilted his head. "I don't remember what I said. What was it you're after?"