Pale Blue Eyes.

part five

louis sat on the couch in a ball next to harry. the bowl of popcorn was situated between them and friends playing on the telly. 

louis ate the popcorn one by one. harry would shove in handful after handful.

harry picked up a blanket and draped it over louis' balled up body.

louis smiled softly at harry before looking back at the show. 

a commercial came on and harry groaned. 

"they're endless!!!" he said.

louis giggled. "maybe, but it gives you endless amount of time to pee." 

harry rolled his eyes, and got an idea. "and an endless amount of time to tickle you!!" harry started to tickle louis on his sides. louis started laughing and squirming uncontrollably. 

"stop, stop, stop!" louis gasped for air.

"never!"

louis grabbed harry's shoulders and flipped them over. "ha, i win." harry sighed and admitted defeat. he only wanted louis to be happy. 

suddenly, a huge clap of thunder sounded. harry and louis flinched. louis hates thunderstorms because it reminds him of his dad coming home and slamming the door. harry hates thunderstorms because it reminds him of the night his dad left him and his mum. both boys were on edge. louis got off of harry and helped him get up. they sat back on the couch and pulled the blanket up to their chins.

"you don't like thunderstorms?" harry asked louis.

"no. loud booming things isn't something i enjoy hearing. it reminds me of my dad coming home after a day of drinking," louis explained.

"i'm sorry, lou." harry said as lightening flashed in the window and suddenly, the power was off.

harry sighed and pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. he grabbed louis hand to go looking for candles. his mum has an obsession with candles so they're everywhere. both boys had handfuls and brought them back into the living room. harry carefully lit each one and made sure none of them were close to flammable things. 

"so," louis said when they settled back onto the couch. "why are you scared of thunderstorms?"

harry looks at louis' face illuminated by the soft candle light. "the night my dad walked out on me and my mum it was thunder storming. they were arguing so loudly. it was almost as if the thunder was trying to join in on the yelling. after a while, i couldn't tell if it was thunder or an object being thrown across a room and hitting the wall. all the lights were off in my room and i was curled up in a corner crying. i was listening and watching the rain hit my window and run down until it reached the bottom. i felt like a raindrop. my family had just had a window and splattered into different raindrops. and we were all slowly rolling down to the bottom. i could hear them arguing about me. and how expensive i was to take care of. dad called me a burden. he called my mum unspeakable things. and when he left with a slam of the door, it was the loudest clap of thunder i've heard. i walked downstairs to see my mum on the floor in tears as the storm raged on. it's been over 10 years since that night. but to this day, i hate thunderstorms."

louis reached over and grabbed harry's hand. harry lifted up his head to show tears falling. "what did he mean you were a burden?"

"i have dyslexia. when i was younger, i couldn't read at all and my doctor wanted to send me to a specialist to help me over come it. dad didn't want to pay the money."

"but... you're like the smartest person in our school," louis stated. he was confused on how harry could possibly have dyslexia. 

harry dropped his head and started to cry more. "i didn't want to burden her. i wanted to be normal so she didn't feel the need to try and pay for a specialist. i didn't want her to leave too..... but it feels like she has."

louis cupped harry's cheek and wiped away his tears, "what do you mean she has?"

"look around louis. where is she? i haven't seen her at home in almost a week. she's always at work and i'm always home alone. i may be 16 but i want my mum. this house is too big for just me." harry pressed his palms against his eyes. 

louis pulled harry into his lap. "i'm here with you right now. and i'm not leaving. we will sit here in this storm together."

so they did exactly that. soon, harry turned on music on his phone and he grabbed louis' hands and pulled him into the centre of the room. harry poorly attempted to lead louis in a waltz. not that it mattered to louis, who was laughing and smiling as harry pulled him to and fro while counting steps. they stepped on each others' feet and laughed nonstop. finally, harry tried to spin louis, but they're feet were twisted and they both fell onto the floor.

"that's enough dancing for today, i think." harry laughed. 

louis nodded and dusted himself. 

they sat on the couch and talked about music they like. louis likes the things he hears on the radio. his dad doesn't usually let him play music. harry walked over to his phone and called louis over. 

"you gotta listen to this band. they're called radical face. here," he plugged in headphones, "so you can hear the musicality better." harry put on earbud in his ear and laid down on the floor. louis did the same.

harry noticed louis' hand only inches from his so he reached over tentatively and grabbed louis' hand.

louis looked at harry and smiled as a song called "third family portrait" started to play. 

the thunder was still sounding outside, but harry only heard this blood rushing throughout his body. he was holding louis' hand while sharing music. he stared at louis' face. louis' eyes were closed and his face looked so peaceful.

"this song is beautiful." louis smiled at harry before closing his eyes again.

"not as beautiful as you." harry whispered to himself, squeezing louis' hand.

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hey yall wassup.

a little more information on harry and the skeletons that are hidden in his closet along with his sexuality. 

i'm starting to get back into 5sos which is kinda exciting. 

love yall

please comment!!!!

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