Different

Eleven

"Wake up sleepy head, it's one in the afternoon." Harry moans at the voice even though it's a soft whisper.

"Louis! I don't want to!" He tears up. His head hurt so badly, as well as his stomach.

"Baby, sh, don't yell. Whisper with me."

"I am being one hundred and ten percent serious when I say this, I'm never drinking ever again. It's gross and I think I'm going to puke."

Louis holds Harry from the opposite side of the covers, "Aw sweetie."

"Louis I'm serious. I think I'm going to throw up," Harry sits up. Louis's eyes widen and he rushes to grab the trash can. He tosses it to the poor boy and was on perfect timing. As soon as the boy had gripped he sides of the trash can he let out his insides. The older boy ran to his side and held back his long hair, and he used the other hand to rub the young boys back.

"I'm sorry Louis. I really am," Harry apologizes.

"No need to be sorry," He reassures.

"No! I remember last night and I was being gross with Taylor. You should have just let me leave with you. I had more fun kissing you anyways."

"Are you flirting with me?" Louis smiles. Harry then throws up once more, "Okay never mind please don't flirt like that."

Once the poor boy finally stopped, he raised his head ever so slightly out of the bin, "I'm sorry. You can leave if you want."

"Stop apologizing! If I wanted to go I wouldn't have stayed here all night, okay?" The older boy protested.

"Okay."

"Now I'm going to go talk to your mum really quick okay? If you throw up yell for me," The boy watches his boyfriend leave the room quickly and quietly before smiling. Louis cared... He never would have thought that they would actually be together. And even though they may be moving a little fast, he really didn't mind. Ever since Louis had started talking to him, they barely ever didn't talk! Even that was good enough for him.

"Lew-eh!" The boy shouts out.

"Harr-eh!" He hears a shout back. The boys smile when they meet eyes at the door. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Way better than before!"

Louis sat on the bed besides him, "You look like a hot mess."

"Thanks!" He sarcastically commented. The older boy leaned up to kiss his forehead as Anne walked into the room.

Harry's mum had a thermometer in one hand and water in the other, "I don't want you to drink the water Harry but I want you to rinse your mouth out. After that I'll take your temperature."

"Am I in trouble?" The boy says before he fills is mouth with the cool liquid. He spits in the trash can, then cringes at the smell.

Anne frowns, "Your glad you had Louis there for you, otherwise I would say yes."

"Thank you mum. I love you!" He hugs her.

"I love you too sweetie," She simpered. "Louis can you take his temperature? I have to run to the market to grab crackers and 7up."

"Of course." The boys watch Anne leave the room before deciding what to do about the horrific trash can. Louis said he would take it outside and hose it off while Harry showered, which he gladly compiled to. Harry scrubbed every inch of filth off his skin until he knew he smelt like his vanilla body wash. When he exited the restroom he changed the dirty sheets before Louis came in. It was the least he could do.

"Did you make the bed?" The tommo emerged through the doorway.

"Yeah, and I cleaned the rest of the room. I didn't want you to try to do that, cleaning my spew was to nasty."

Louis placed the metal bin next to the bed, "That had to be worse than changed the twins diapers."

"I bet," Harry giggled. "Do you need to wash up?"

"I did before you woke up, and I just scrubbed my hands. Don't worry I wouldn't just not clean up after something like that."

"Then why are you only in your shorts?"

Louis shrugged, "I don't have any clothes with me."

Harry walks back over to his closet. He pulls out the smallest sweater he could find, a white t-shirt, and a pair of cozy sweats you could pull tight. "Wear these Lou. It's too cold to be walking around in that."

"Your clothes are huge Harry!" Louis whined after pulling on the sweats. The boy giggled and bent down infront of him.

"You just need to make it tighter." Louis mumbles at Harry as he puts on the other articles of clothing. Harry looks back at him and 'aw's'. "You're so cute!"

"Shut up Styles! You look just fine in your sweats but I look like the f.ucking slug from sponge bob."

"Gary is cute!" The younger boy defended. He laid ontop of the covers and grabbed the television remote.

The older boy curled up besides him, "Yeah until he turns in the the devil and looses his shell."

"What do you want to watch? We can rent a movie," The boy suggested with a chuckle. Oh how Louis was such a comedian.

"You pick," The kitten offers.

Harry changed the Telly to enter Netflix, "Were gonna watch American Horror Story then."

"That shows kinda creepy," Louis pouted.

"That's the point, love." The boy pressed play before setting the remote on his opposite side. The young boy jumped when Louis wrapped his arms around himself but cuddled into his side. He let Louis hold him as he weaved his arms around his petite torso.  The boys watched the freak show while speaking in tiny whispers as if they were in a theater.

What a great feeling, Harry thought to himself. The feeling of love. The feeling of warmth of your mate as you two talk about your hope and dreams. Emotions like compassion, lust, trust, and sincerity were shared among the two. Oh, what a great feeling.