Broken

Louis

"Why'd you do that?" Harry asked once we were back in my room with the door closed.

"Do what?"

"L-lie to your mum. You told her my p-plate was yours."

"It's complicated." I hoped he'd drop it after that, but he didn't.

"C-come on, you can talk to m-me. I won't like judge you o-or anything."

I sighed, he clearly wasn't going to just let this go. "It's nothing really, she's just been concerned lately that I haven't been eating enough..but I am, I swear."

"Are you s-sure you're eating enough?"

"Yes. Look at me, do I look like I'm dying of starvation? No, m'fine."

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We continued watching Skins and talking for the next couple of hours, until eventually Harry almost fell asleep on my shoulder and we decided we should just go to bed.

"Shit, you haven't got anything to sleep in."

"Th-these are fine." He looked down at his black skinny jeans and flannel button up shirt.

"No they're not. Here borrow something of mine.. I think the pants might all be too short on you but I have some shorts you can wear."

"O-okay, but do you have a long sleeve shirt? I-I get cold."

"'course." I smiled, handing him the clothes. He said he wanted to change in the bathroom instead of my room, so I showed him where it was then went back to my room to change into my pajamas.

Just as I finished changing I heard my bedroom door open, and looked up to see the tall curIy haired boy standing there. I don't know what it was, but something about seeing Harry in my clothes made him 10 times hotter, if that was even possible.