Something More

Chapter One - Song Writing & Nightmares

"No, I'm not in the mood for that today." Harry said, shaking his head at the three lads trying desperately to cheer him up. "Oh, c'mon Harry! You haven't left the house in days, you've just been lying I bed and occasionally conversing with Louis." Niall pouted.

As much as Harry wanted to, he couldn't deny that it was the truth. He's just been in a rut lately, all of the thoughts and depression rushing back to him, and Louis, the only person who seems to know what to say to make him momentarily forget it, be happy.

"Look, I'll call up Katherine or something." Harry said, waving off the three friends. Katherine was probably the last person he wanted to see at the moment, but with Louis at the club doing god knows what, he has no other choice.

"Alright, mate. All we want is to see you happy." Liam said, patting harry on the back reassuringly. Harry shot them a fake, dimple-free smile. The lads could tell it was forced, but decided to just say their goodbyes and head to the movies as planned.

Harry took the opportunity to flop back on his bed, plugging his phone into the small set of powerful speakers and blasting Demons by Imagine Dragons. Harry always found himself oddly relating to the song, and it had a nice melody so it had quickly become his favorite.

He let the thoughts and feelings he had run threw his mind, flooding his thoughts as he stood abruptly, grabbing a piece of paper and sitting at the desk in Louis and his' shared room.

His hand floated across the paper, letting all of his feelings spill on it forming a song, a good one in his opinion.

*

Hours passed before any other signs of life appeared in the house. Just as Harry was finishing the song he wrote he heard someone stumble in the front door, tripping over the coat rack. He immediately knew it was Louis, he does this every time he comes home, drunk, high, or sober.

"Fucking hell!" I heard Louis groan, throwing his boots in the pile of disregard shoes near he wall. He heard Louis' footsteps until he swung open the door to their room, Harry quickly flipping his note book closed and just typing away on his phone.

"Hey Hazzy!" Louis smiled, surprisingly sober. The corners of Harry's lips curved into a smile, he loved seeing Louis sober, though he loved seeing his best friend period. "Hiya Boobear." Harry smiled warmly at his friend.

Louis walked over to Harry, grabbing his arm to check his wrists, something he does every night. Louis smiled happily, seeing that the scars were only scars and that no fresh marks had been made. He kissed the scars on Harry's wrist, causing Harry's face to turn red as the fuzzy warm feeling invaded his body.

He brushed off the feeling often, Louis is just the one person who cares, and that alone have Harry the feeling of happiness he feels with Louis. "Glad to see its still history." Louis smiled, as Harry flopped into bed, climbing under the covers.

He felt Louis weight join him on the bed, Harry thought nothing of it, he and Louis sleep together and cuddle often, just the normal routine for them. Louis arm snaked around Harry's waist, pulling him close to his chest as Harry could feel Louis slow and wavy breath, his chest rising and falling pressing against Harry's back.

"Goodnight, Hazza. I love you." Louis said his annual goodnights, kissing Harry's curls softly. Harry smiled, almost to himself as if feeling this new sense of happiness strike threw him. "I love you too, Boobear. G'night." He said, letting his heavy eyelids drop as sleep took over.

*

Louis woke up to the sound of Harry's quick, short, panicky breathes. "No! No please!" Harry yelled, causing Louis to jolt up, looking down at Harry, he was covered in sweat, eyes clenched shut, with his eyebrows furrowed together.

A nightmare, common occurrence with Harry. Louis took the approach that always worked with Harry, he straddled his waist and pulled him up, wrapping him in his arms tightly.

"Harry, wake up, please." Louis spoke, just above a whisper hearing Harry whimper slightly before jolting underneath him, waking up with a start. "L-Louis." Harry sighed, obviously relieved to be in the other boys strong, warm, and loving arms.

Louis could feel Harry relax under his touch, wrapping his arms around Louis waist to draw him closer. An odd feeling was noticeable in Louis stomach which he quickly pushed away, the feeling was a common thing for him, but it's simply because Harry is the one person Louis truly has. Sure he has the other lads, and Harry is simply his best friend but Harry has always filled the empty void in Louis, and knowing that made him want to protect Harry with everything he had.

"I'm s-sorry I woke you." Harry breathed out, causing Louis' heart to drop. Harry had just had one of his common nightmares and yet he feels remorse for waking Louis. "Hazzy, you have nothing to be sorry for. You woke me up but you know always here to help you, especially in this time." Louis said, and he meant it.

He has always been there for Harry and he will be until the day they die or the day Harry decides he doesn't need Louis anymore. The thought alone cause Louis to shudder, the last thing he ever wanted to consider was Harry not needing him someday, sure Lou was always there for  

Harry but at the same time Harry was just as much there for Louis as Lou was for him.

Harry needed Louis, just as much as Louis needed him; which they both knew. Either denied that, or confirmed it for that matter, it just never really came up in conversation. "It's only 2am Hazzy, let's get bac to sleep." Louis said, wrapping Harry back in his arms. "I love you Boobear." Harry said, slowly driving off. Louis kissed his head, mumbling his normal goodnight with a smile on his face.

"I love you too, Hazza."

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Yay, new story! I wrote this in child development so watch out for spelling errors c:

Larry is my OTP! Ps, this is for a SongFic contest dealio so ya!

-Curly x