Wicked || larry

31. What do they have against people who are different, anyway?

Harry wakes up to a bright white room, filled with sunlight and a warm body wrapped around him. He squints his eyes open and hears Louis' soft breathing and looks around them at the mess they left. The bed has stains and glitter covers almost every surface. It's evident who was in this room and what they did.

Harry looks down and he smiles at sparkles shine in Louis' messy hair and across his smooth skin. Harry flips them over and straddles him before dipping down and kissing his nose. Louis giggles instantly and adds more sparkles to their large mess and his blue eyes open and shine bright. Beautiful is the only word Harry can think.

"Morning, froggy," Louis giggles up at him and Harry scrunches his nose and it makes Louis giggle more.

"I don't know if I like that nickname," Harry tells him and Louis just hums and pulls him down to kiss his lips quick. It's just a peck because of their morning breath but it's all they need.

"Last night was fun," Louis mumbles, his blue eyes wide as he gazes down Harry's bare body on top of his. "Maybe we can do it again?" He wonders and Harry really wants to say yes but they can't do it here.

"I'd really love to but we need to leave. We need to see how everything is working," Harry reminds him and Louis pouts but nods and sits up. The two stumble around the room to throw on their clothes quickly and hopefully sneak out. They look at the messy bed and the glitter and decide they can't really do anything about it so they leave it as is. Who really cares if people know they were together last night?

Louis takes Harry's hand and they giggle quietly as they rush to the door. The listen and when the think it's clear they open the door and run down the empty hall. The palace is oddly quiet and Louis frowns when they make it to the front door without seeing anyone. Harry takes it as a blessing but pauses when Louis stops.

"No ones around," Louis whispers and Harry looks at the front door and his lungs itch for fresh air.

"Good. Let's go," he hisses and Louis takes one last look back and then nods. They open the doors and slip out and then Harry is running. Louis is following him in the air and their laughter gets louder as they near the dorms. The whole world around here seems quiet and then there's a barricade of sound. People litter the court yard where they usually eat and gossip flies from all directions. Harry knows Louis wants to go see them but he can't risk them being caught looking how they're looking. Harry needs to see his friends.

He moves passed the other students and into his housing unit. He climbs the staircase that used to be the biggest struggle of his day with ease and then pulls open his door. The three look up at him and Henry bursts into laughter at the sight.

"Yes, Harry! I'm so proud! Did you ruin the little guy?!" He cackles and Harry blushes as Louis comes in behind him, his face equally as red. Bria looks down to hide her smirk and Michael looks uncomfortable.

"Shut it. How was last night?" Harry asks seriously and Henry just continues to snicker.

"I think we should be asking you that. Hey, Pixie Dust, I'm surprised you can walk or is Harry that small?" Henry teases and Bria snorts at how the two boys just stare at them blankly.

"He's not walking. Look at his little feet hovering," Michael points out and again Louis blushes and he hides his face in Harry's back.

"Enough," Harry informs them and Henry opens his mouth but Harry glares at him. "If you don't shut up I'll break your jaw, got it?" He says defensively and the whole room quiets at his dark tone. Harry usually isn't the picture of a villain but it's in him and he's not afraid to pull it out.

"Last night was fine. We haven't heard about any illness but you said they don't get sick too soon after, right?" Bria answers him and Harry nods and walks into the room. He sits down on a chair and Louis flies over and curls up in his lap. No one says anything but Harry knows Henry wants to.