Little Things Become Big Things (One Direction Fanfiction) [l.s &n.h]

Chapter 4- A Rainy Photo Review

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I am trying to focus on one ship per chapter; however, that does not appear to be working.

I am also writing, two other fanfics for another fandom, and an original story so it can take me anywhere from 2 weeks to 6 months to update, but it generally sits somewhere in the six-week spot.

Possible smut next chapter, yes or no... You choose.

They'd been less than halfway through the movie when Louis noticed that Harry had drifted off again. He'd probably played a big part in that, with the fact that he had sat, mindlessly thumbing through Harry's hair, lulling him to sleep, whilst he had conveniently let his head drop onto Louis' shoulder. At the time he had been happy to let his head rest there, but now that he couldn't feel the most part of his arm, and he wanted to get up and put another movie in, this became a problem, it also didn't help that Harry was lying somewhat on top of Louis.

Harry must have registered the loss of bodily contact when Louis moved his head onto the pillow because he murmured something incoherent and stirred slightly, turning over as he did so. Louis pulled a copy of 'Superman' out of his bag, he had purposely not brought it out earlier because he knew that Harry would spend the first half of the movie cooing over how it was cute that Louis still liked the movie. Considering the fact that Louis really wanted Harry to feel well enough for the show tonight he wanted a movie that Harry could fall asleep watching. As much as Louis could never sleep through an action movie, no matter how ridiculous the storyline; but, he knew all the ones that Harry could sleep through. The more rest Harry got, the better it would be, god forbid that his cold escalates before the show and his voice goes, that would create more than a couple problems.

Louis didn't really watch much of Superman as it played, instead he did the creepy stalker thing and watched Harry sleep. That did actually sound creepy, so to rephrase: he admired the curly-haired lad, running his hand through the tresses of Harry's hair. He discovered that he had a habit of twitching his nose in his sleep, it was cute. As was the small smile that sat on his lips, it was something so simple; however, it was equally beautiful... which made things complicated. Last night did not help that. If anything since... that, their... friendship? Relationship? Bromance? ... Whatever it was, was so fucked up right now. They had both needed last night, but that only made things worse. What were they now?

Louis got up off the bed and walked into the mini- kitchen, getting himself a glass of water. He put his elbows on the bench, and rested his head in his hands. He just breathed deeply, he'd been running on elation, nerves and wonder all day, which had put him off the fact that he was, in fact, exhausted. Lifting his head up, he downed his glass of water in one breath, turning it upside down in the sink when he was finished. Turning around, Louis trudged back over to Harry's bed, rolling under the covers and onto his side, so that he was half- spooning Harry. Even with the movie still rolling along in the background; the dramatic cinematic points matched with music, it still didn't take Louis too long to fall asleep. He liked the feeling of having someone next to him, the warm body close to his own, especially one that didn't snore, the one that he considered a rock in his life.

Even though they were half- spooning it didn't feel awkward falling asleep next to Harry. It felt like all the nights that they stayed awake watching movies, both lying so still that they had each convinced the other that they were asleep, and that was comfortable; normal. They had never had to worry about someone finding them like that, it was a perfectly normal thing that friends did. They were friends back then before everything got really complicated, with weird half-truths being thrown around by the fan base, because before that, he was totally sure that his feelings for Harry were completely platonic, but ever since the fan theories, and ever since last night. Everything had a double meaning...