flower crowns // l.s.

❁27❁

He knew they would be all over him and asking a lot of questions. Harry was preparing for that when he woke up at three in the afternoon, jet-lagged beyond belief. That would be the only reason why Louis hadn't responded back to Harry; he's probably tired, too.

Harry just gave Liam and Niall his phone so that they could look at videos and pictures he'd taken on his trip while he made himself a snack. It was nearing around six o'clock, and he couldn't help but feel bad for missing Louis already. He wants to spend time with his friends and can't exactly do that with his brain always so LouisLouisLouis. It really didn't help that he'd come to terms with his true feelings for him, either. He just realized he's in love and wants to be with the one he adores so much. And he didn't know if he should keep it to himself or tell Louis his feelings. Was love always this complicated?

"My aesthetic," Niall said, holding the phone to Liam's face.

Liam stared at the picture and grunted, "It's just a burger."

"Burger's are what I find pleasing to look at, Liam."

"You know what I find pleasing to look at?" Liam asked. "Your mum."

"I will shove my fist up your ass if you say that one more time. It's no longer funny."

"Buy a sense of humor, will you?"

"I'm on a strict budget of no."

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped into the living room, plopping himself down on the floor with his back resting against Niall's knees. "You both are children." He sighed happily though, letting his head fall back on Niall's leg. "I've missed you two. And Niall," he spoke, "I found your filthy sock in my pillowcase. Care to explain how it got there?"

"Not really," he quickly replied.

"'Bout right," Harry muttered.

"Hey, you haven't told us about what happened yet," Liam said.

Harry knew what he was talking about. He smiled as he munched on his chips, swallowing before he could reply. "Right, right," he'd said. He told them everything that had happened between them, leaving out Louis' personal information because it wasn't his place to tell. They had been sweet about it, telling Harry how happy they were for him and giving him a few teasing nudges when he mentioned kissing. He didn't expect them to be so supportive, but was pleased nonetheless by the reaction. He even felt his heart swoon telling the story about Louis showing up like that; it truly was romantic.

"Did you guys do it?" Niall asked.

Harry instantly flushed and hit Niall's foot. "Niall, no! Gosh . . . no."

"Just askin', sheesh. I would've. Not that I wanna do it with Louis, God no."

Harry crinkled his nose up and stared down at his sandwich, the thought of Louis and Niall going at it etched into his brain; he felt sick. He held the plate up to Niall and gave it to him, knowing he'd be willing to eat it (which he was). It wasn't too long after Harry had picked out a movie from Netflix that a buzzing noise sounded from near the door. He dropped the remote and tried to get to it first, but Liam beat him to it.

"Louis, yeah, c'mon up," Liam spoke.

Harry felt his heart leap in his chest. He squealed and took off into the bathroom, trying to quickly brush his teeth to get the taste of sour cream and onion chips out of his mouth. Once he was done with that, he ran his hands through his hair a few times, trying to get it looking at least a little decent. But as soon as he did, he took off into the living room and sat down in his previous position, but making sure a pillow was laid down so that his butt wouldn't go numb. He crossed his legs and licked his lips, ignoring the eyes on him as he waited for Louis to come in.