Pride {l.s.}

37- Common Sense

The Story So Far:

Louis and Harry are living together and have confessed their feelings for each other. While making paintings for an anonymous guy, Louis forgot to eat, and Zayn and Harry are mad at him for working himself so hard on his first day back since the fire that Eleanor caused.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

"Why do you do this to yourself?" I shrug my shoulders. I don't feel like speaking. "You worry me. I can't leave you for a couple hours before you do something stupid."

Now I want to speak.

"Are you serious!? I'm not some child, Harry!"

"You and I were on our break. You got a freakin' girlfriend when you're gay. You started smoking when I was gone. You get sick and decide to go on a walk. You collapsed, Louis. Did you forget that?" Harry begins to list my mistakes. "I find a girl standing really close to you and flirting right after your girlfriend tried to take advantage of you. I leave for a couple hours, and you forget how to even take care of yourself."

I pull my legs up onto the seat and lean against the car door. I know that he's right. Recently, I just seem to do a lot of dumb things when he's gone. It's not on purpose. It just happens, and I hate it. I didn't really realize this pattern, but I can't think of my actions as anything else but mistakes because Harry wasn't there. Why can't I function without him? That's not how we should be. We shouldn't be dependent people, but we are.

"Apparently I lose all common sense when you're gone," I mumble. I want to cry about this, but I can't. I'm too tired. I can hear my stomach growling, and I'm noticing how greasy my hair is. "I'm sorry. I'll try to be better."

"I'm heading out of town for New Years. I know that it's not even Thanksgiving yet, but I thought that I should tell you. I'll be with you for Thanksgiving and Christmas if you want me to be," Harry replies softly. All anger is gone as he takes my hand in his. "You can't lose common sense on those days now."

"You shouldn't drive with one hand," I comment, but I don't want his hand to leave mine. It makes my whole body feel warmer.

"Watch me. What are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

"I don't know. Zayn and I usually go to his family's, but I'm not going this year. Something about a bunch of family members or something, so I'm by myself for that," I try to reply like it doesn't hurt, but it kind of does. I understand why I can't go, but it still kind of hurts.

"We can do Thanksgiving together. What about Christmas?" Harry asks. His thumb gently strokes my hand that he holds. It seems like a habit of his that he has developed within the past couple seconds.

I let out a laugh. "No plans for Christmas."

"Really? Not even Christmas?"

"Zayn and I usually go out to a restaurant and celebrate."

"Celebrate Christ's birth? Isn't Zayn Muslim?" Harry asks. I can just imagine his eyebrows scrunching together. I glance over to see that I'm right about that.

"Christmas Eve is my birthday," I reply quietly.

"WHAT?!"

His voice is so loud and he seems too surprised that I'm actually scared he's going to crash into something. His hand releases mine and flies to the wheel to help him control.

"Yeah, you see, Harold, when two people love each other-"

"Okay, please don't give me the talk," Harry whines. "Why didn't you tell me when you're birthday was?"

"I guess we haven't covered those bases yet." I shrug my shoulders. "When's yours?"

"February first."

"That's not far off either."

***

My exhaustion hits me when we climb the stairs up to his floor. Harry wraps his arm around my waist, and I try not to lean so heavily on him. It's hard. I can feel the tiredness sinking into my bones.

"Eat, shower, sleep. I'm not sure if you should go to work tomorrow. You're burned out," Harry comments as he pulls his keys out to open the door to the apartment. At least he remembered to lock it this time.

"What? Of course, I should go in. I have work to get done," I reply. I follow him into the apartment. He flips the switch, and it floods the room in a soft light.

"You did more than enough paintings today. One day off." Harry glances over his shoulder to address me. "That's all I'm asking."

I shrug my shoulders. I consider his idea in my head as I sit at the counter, and he pulls out some leftovers from the other night to heat up. "What am I supposed to do on my day off?"

"I have a wedding tomorrow, but I don't have to be there until 2. You can sleep in. I'll give you a camera, and you can help me out," Harry explains to me. He squats down to look at the bottom drawer of the fridge. It's hard not to stare at his ass.

"Is that allowed?"

"It's a pretty low key company, and they'll never know. The couple just wants their pictures. It'll be a long day, but it'll fun. Your burns are healing well too so handling a camera shouldn't be too bad."

I glance down at my hands. He's right. My hands were fine enough to paint today. The burns weren't that bad luckily. It was mainly the smoke inhalation that affected me.

"That actually sounds really fun. It'll be an 'us' day."

"I'd like that."

A/N

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