Short imagines- Larry

Lean on me

Harry enters the living room and sees Louis curled up on the couch eyes glued to his phone, staring at it intensely. Harry drops onto the couch next to him.

"Whatcha looking at Lou Lou?" He asks, though Louis isn't much attention mumbles,

"Nothing, nothing." So Harry just brushes it off and begins flipping through channels, when he finds nothing that interests him he gets up from the couch and calls over his shoulder

"I'm gunna shower." Louis says nothing so Harry disappears up the stairs.

Feeling fresh and clean Harry dries his hair with a towel, and puts on a clean pair of boxers. The door creaks open and there stands Louis, but Harry has his back to him, rummaging through his drawers looking for something to wear. He merely just glances for his shoulder at the boy.

"Hey boo" he says and continues his search. When Louis doesn't reply is when Harry turns around and looks more closely at him. His eyes are blood shot and puffy, his face red and in his hands, clutched tightly to his chest is his phone.

"Oh Lou." Harry says, dropping the black short in his hands and walks over to him. Louis immediately wraps his arms around Harry's waist as he embraces him. The older boy begins to sob into Harry's bare chest. At that moment Harry can only whisper encouragingly into his ear, and hug him tight.

After a few minutes of just standing there, Harry realizes he's not going to let up quite so soon so Harry picks him up, and carries him towards the bed. The two lean against the head board, Harry pulls Louis back into him, and the he curls to his side. Slowly, Louis begins to calm, a headache forming in the back of his skull from crying so much. Harry sits with him rubbing his back in small soothing circles. He looks down on the boy in his arms who also looks up and their eyes meet. His boyfriends blue eyes are swimming and Harry says the only thing he could think of.

"I love you, Louis. I love you so much. As long as you know that." These words make Louis smile, his face still holds onto the sadness, and another tear tumbles down his face. Harry catches it with his finger, wiping it away. Louis leans up to him and Harry knows what he is asking for, a kiss. He leans down and ghosts his lips over Louis' and then pulls back. The gesture is sweet, and reassuring.

"Love you too" Louis croaks, his voice thick from his tear. Harry kisses him again. This time, it is deeper.