Could you be any louder?

chapter 10

After a while of him sitting at the kitchen table, Harry finally gets up. He and Louis need to talk this out. He hates feeling the distance between them growing with the second.

He softly knocks on the door, "Louis? You still awake?"

It stays silent in the room and after a minute or so Harry wants to leave, clearly he's asleep already. But the moment he turns around, the door opens, revealing a grumpy Louis.

"I was finally sleeping." He grumbles, rubbing his eyes. "But come in, I guess we don't have better things to do."

Harry slips through the small gap Louis opened the door to. "It'll be quick."

"That's what he said."

"Be serious." Harry rolls his eyes.

"I am though, think you won't last long." Louis clicks on a small bedside lamp, the yellow light illuminating his face. Showing the side of his mouth turning up a little.

"Sure Louis, sure."

Harry goes to sit down on the bed, back leaning against the headboard. He opens his mouth to say something but Louis is ahead of him. "Okay before you say anything, I'm going to lie my head down in your lap and please please run your fingers through my hair. My head is hurting so bad, I feel like it'll explode very soon."

Harry grins, "Sure. That's cool with me."

And so it happens, Louis lies his head down in Harry's lap and Harry starts to run his fingers through his hair. Louis closes his eyes and Harry starts to talk. "First of all, I am so fucking sorry for accusing you of these things. I know you would never, and maybe even if you did it would be none of my business."

"Second, I was just plain jealous."

Louis opens his eyes for a second, looking up at Harry as if he was talking Mandarin just now. "What?"

"I was jealous. Plain fucking ugly jealousy." Harry scoffs, "Today I realized I'm kind of bad at sharing. I feel like we're still getting to know each other in our friendship and I hated sharing the idea of you with my other friends."

"I get that," Louis' voice barely above a whisper. "That's the reason why I ignored you, I felt like you needed more people around because it wasn't as fun together maybe. And I wanted to have it stay the same and not share our time here together with someone else. I'm so sorry for acting like that."

A knot ties itself even tighter in Harry's stomach. "So, you felt like that because I invited them over?"

"Yeah, when you asked me to go here with you I thought you meant only you. Like just a relaxing long weekend together. But then you said you invited some more friends and I tried to be okay with it, but I hate new situations and meeting new people. Luckily your friends are cool with me being here -I think- but I was fucking scared it'd suck with them around."

Harry doesn't say anything and just keeps running his fingers through Louis' hair, he softly massages his scalp. Just trying to find the words to reply.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Harry lets out a soft sigh, "I don't know honestly. Sometimes it feels like fate put us against each other and that it'll never work out."

Louis bites his lower lip trying to hide a smile, "It can't be Harry. It was fate that made us end up together in our apartment. And the fact that we got from, for sure on my part, enemies to friends, says a lot. That's also fate right? And if we could fix that bump, we most definitely can fix this one."

And just as he said that he opens his eyes and looks up at Harry who has his gaze fixated on him already.

"What are you staring at?"

"You, trying to find out how you can be so poetic sometimes."

"Shut up," Louis grins, "Its just the truth."

For a while they sit in silence after that, Harry mindlessly tracing the outlines of Louis' face. His finger following underneath his eyes, along the bridge of his nose and around his lips. Louis shifts his head a little so Harry has better access to his neck area. Harry moves his hands over there and without question starts to massage the area. He feels the tensed skin underneath his fingertips relax a little.

Louis lets out a soft groan, "I'm so fucking tired, it's not even funny. This is good though."

After a bit Louis opens his eyes again, he's met with a dark room but still feels Harry's hands on his body. He tries to sit up but as he's half strangled in his comforter he can't really. Then he realizes Harry's actually still there, running his hands through his hair.

"You snore when you're asleep."

"I don't."

"You do." Harry chuckles, "I literally heard it."

Louis tries to scoff but his throat makes a weird I-just-woke-up noise. "I wasn't even asleep."

"Mhm, I'd say you were though. It's around 4am already."

What? Louis had lied awake for so long and now he'd suddenly go to sleep for a while?

"Why aren't you asleep then? In your own bed?"

"Was just thinking about things, us." Harry replies, his voice giving away that he's wearing a smile. "I also didn't want to move and wake you up. You were finally sleeping."

Louis looks up, tries to find Harry's face in the darkness. Harry must've put the light off because he was sleeping. He can't but it's comforting enough to feel he's literally laying on his lap still. He bites down on his lip, "If you want to you can go to your own room now, get some sleep maybe?"

He says it hesitantly, not sure how Harry will reply.

It's silent for a moment, "Do you want me to? To leave?"

Louis shakes his head, "Not really, I guess."

"Then I'm staying. Also I couldn't seem to get myself warm when I was trying to go to sleep earlier i my own room and now I'm finally feeling alive again instead of a frozen carcass."

Louis silently celebrates, not being able to say anything without sounding too eager. "Okay then."

And so they fall asleep, Louis lying in Harry's arms, his body safe and sound against Harry's.

And all seems well in the world.

A/N: hello, here's quite a short chapter. i'm sorry! hope it's still good