You Can Hear It In The Silence

Chapter 27

Obviously, it meant nothing that Louis woke up with an uneasy feeling and the memory of Harry asleep on Zayn. Just like it meant nothing when he fell asleep thinking about it with the same feeling.

It didn't mean he cared about it. Harry could fall asleep on top of whoever he wanted to.

And Louis was happy that Harry had come so far that he went from doubting Zayn and Liam were his friends to fucking cuddling up to one of them all night and sleeping in their lap. Sure, Harry had never fallen asleep in his lap and even when they were, whatever they had been, they never cuddled on the lounge in front of the others.

But it was fine.

Good even.

In fact, Louis was fucking thrilled that Harry felt so comfortable with other people that he could now just throw out displays of fucking affection to everyone.

Louis chucked on a shirt before heading downstairs, only because Liam had made him promise to. Which was complete bullshit. Harry was the one who left, it wasn't Louis' fault, so if it made Harry uncomfortable, Louis couldn't see how that was his issue.

"Morning, Louis," Harry called from the living room as Louis came downstairs.

Louis.

It was nothing.

It should have been nothing.

But it wasn't nothing. Harry had said his name hundreds of times, probably thousands, and it hadn't affected him like that in ages. He couldn't remember if Harry used his name since he returned home. Maybe he hadn't, and it was just that he hadn't heard it in so long. Or maybe Harry said it differently.

He realised Harry was studying him, looking confused.

"Nothing," Louis said and left the room. It wasn't until he got to the kitchen that he realised that Harry hadn't even asked him a question. He didn't have time to worry about that, though, because why the fuck was he shaken by Harry today?

Not like he wasn't always thrown off by Harry. He'd been on edge since Harry had gotten back, constantly. But he was worse today.

Louis hadn't even had a chance to calm down before Harry walked into the kitchen. Louis was preparing to tell him to stop trying to feed him breakfast, but Harry didn't even look at him. Instead, he took his cup to the sink and started washing it up. Once he put it away, he turned back around and caught Louis staring at him.

"What?" Louis asked.

"You're watching me."

"'M not."

Harry tilted his head to the side. "Okay," he said and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"How'd you sleep?" Louis asked.

Harry turned back to him. "Fine. Why?"

"Dunno, you just seemed pretty tired last night." Louis needed to shut the fuck up... but he couldn't.

And also, why the fuck wouldn't they just send him to bed? There was absolutely no, zero, nada, not a single reason that Harry even needed to be on Zayn. They said Zayn offered his lap because Harry had been tired.

So instead of insisting that Harry cuddle him, Zayn should have been like 'You're tired. Go to bed.' . And if Zayn didn't, Niall or Liam should have. He needs sleep, proper sleep, not shitty sleep on the lounge fucking cosying up to Zayn. Because honestly, what the fuck was that?!

No, but it was fine. Louis didn't give a shit anyway. Harry was free to cuddle whoever he wanted.

"What do you mean?"