Harry's laying on their bed when Louis stumbles through the door, seemingly oblivious to the time. Glancing at the time on his phone- Two in the morning- Harry shuts off his phone, letting it fall next to his head. He turns around, Louis hasn't noticed he's awake yet as he undresses, and turns to walk toward the bed, stopping in his tracks seeing the frown on his husband's face.
"Why are you still awake?" Louis whispers, kneeling on the bed. Harry sits up. "I was waiting for you," He mumbles, "Why are you home so late?" Louis presses his palms into his eyes as he flops back onto the mattress, his arms splaying out. "Lost track of time," is all he says.
Harry scoffs, "You said you were going to stop doing that..."
Groaning, Louis peeks one eye open at Harry. "Give me a break, I'm allowed to have fun."
"What, so I'm not enough for you?" It's a low blow, but Harry's desperate, he can't lose him again.
Louis throws his legs over the side of the bed and stands again. "I'm not doing this with you tonight," He grumbles, slamming the door on his way out.
Harry immediately breaks down, all the exhaustion becoming too much. He sobs into his hands, pulling at his hair before aggressively wiping his eyes and standing up, storming out the door after Louis. He walks into the kitchen and feels all the anger leave him, replaced with sorrow seeing Louis sitting on the floor with his head in his knees. "Oh, Lou."
Louis looks up and Harry starts crying again, the older man's eyes and nose are red and swollen, he looks devastated. Rushing over to the vulnerable man, Harry pulls him into his arms. The two cry as they hold onto each other for dear life. "I'm sorry," Louis whimpers into Harry's shoulder, the other shaking his head, hand moving to the back of Louis's head. "It's okay, we're okay, I'm sorry." Harry hushes, voice cracking at his apology. Louis pulls back and wetly kisses his husband, their tears mingling. Their foreheads are pressed together as they calm down, both sniffling.
"I love you," Louis whispers, and Harry hugs him again, repeating the three words over and over back to him. They fall into silence, Louis rubbing circles into Harry's back, who now has his head on the blue eyed man's lap. He leans down and kisses his head. "We'll be alright."
Harry reaches around and takes Louis's hand, lacing their fingers together and relaxing again.
They'll be alright.
