When Love Takes The Spotlight

You're Perfect For Me

Groaning as light from the wide windows hit his face, Harry rolled over and buried his face into the pillow. His head hurt slightly, but it wasn't unusual for him to wake up scotch free from a hard night of drinking. The boy got lucky, and he knew it.

Reaching out to the side table to find his phone, without looking, he felt his hand touch something and looked finally. He raised his eyebrows at the two pills there and the glass of water, his phone was charging beside the glass. He remembered being in the Uber with Niall when they showed up to Louis' house and that's it, but didn't think Niall did this.

Rolling over and sitting up on the side of the bed, he took the pills with the water and sipped at it for a few minutes before sitting it back on the table and grabbing his phone. He scrolled through the texts and saved the numbers from the people he met last night, and had given his number to. Some he didn't remember giving his number to, but knew who they were from youtube.

He clicked on a text from Niall.

N: hey man, just asking if you're okay, that Louis guy took you inside and I was just making sure you're alright

H: yeah man, I'm alright, he left some Tylenol by the bed and plugged in my phone for me

N: shit, you better marry that man

H: probably should :)

Locking his phone, he stood and pondered at putting on pants, seeing how he was just in boxer briefs. Did Louis undress him? Probably not, even though the idea was pretty hot, he knew he always kicked off his own clothes eventually when he was asleep. Pulling on a pair of sweats, he headed out of his room and down to the kitchen.

Entering from the hallway, he raised an eyebrow at how spotless it was now. Either a cleaning lady had come through, or Louis had done it. He had trouble believing the singer had done it himself.

Louis himself sat at the island scrolling through his phone. He was shirtless and Harry took in his slightly broad shoulders and thin frame unabashedly. Very nice.

Striding around the island, he reached into the fridge and pulled out the milk, pouring himself a glass. Turning around, he leaned back against the counter and looked over at Louis, who was looking over his chest and arms. The younger boy wanted to think he was checking him out, but he knew he was seeing all his tattoos that covered his body and arms.

His eyes landed on the butterfly above his stomach. "What's with the butterfly?"

Looking down at it with a shrugged, he looked back up and tried to stay looking at his face, even though now he had sat back and he could easily see his smooth, toned chest.

"It's only part of a full tattoo, the other part is supposed to say "it is what it is." He looked away from his eyes, his face was blank, yet still intimidating.

"So who has the other part?" They always asked that question, and this is where Harry grew embarrassed.

Shaking his head, he tried to look back at his face but ended up looking toward the boys hands that were under his chin. "No one has the other half, I'm hoping one day someone will want to get the other half. Most of my tattoos are there for someone else to complete them with me."

"Seems a bit much to expect from someone."

Harry nodded, agreeing. "I believe when I find the right person they'll understand it, and me, completly."

People usually never understood why he had gotten all these half of couple tattoos without actually having dated anyone in his short twenty years. He fully believed that when he found his other half, they wouldn't question it and would completly understand the meaning behind what he had done. Though sometimes, he didn't know why he did it himself, he was just setting himself up for heartbreak.