"I'm going out!" Dylan yelled as he made his way to the front door.
"Okay! Can you grab some cookies on your way back?" Harry said as he poked his head out from the lounge door.
"Let me guess, chocolate chip with a sprinkle of glitter?"
"Yes!" Harry began clapping his hands and Dylan chuckled as he said his last goodbye and made his way out the cold September night.
They were just his regular chocochip cookies that were 50 cents for 2 but Harry thought they were so magical that he genuinely thought the bakers sprinkled magical glitter all of them to make them taste godlike.
Harry smiled softly as he walked back to the lounge and sat down on the sofa, letting the noises from the television blur in the background.
Harry and Dylan lived together and had been dating for the last 2 years. But it wasn't all that easy.
For the first year, Harry was depressed almost all day and would cry himself to sleep. He had a eating disorder and would be in the bathroom all day and all night. Dylan moved in with him and they both saved up to get a worthwhile living space and job. Harry worked at the bakery next to his house which was a new one that opened due to a fire causig the old one to burn down. It was owned by a nice old lady called Mrs Cheshire. Dylan did errands for the people in their neighbourhood to get money and it was actually really good since he earned about £100 each week.
Harry would sometimes have nightmares about Louis. He would feel the tingling sensations all over his body of where Louis touched him and where Louis abused him. He tried his best to forget about him but it was difficult when he found Mr Tomlinson in the front of the papers ever morning and the scars that littered his body, especially the teeth marks on his neck and hip. The rest were covered up by Harry's tattoos and Harry got more to hide the marks that were visible.
Apparently in the papers, Louis was going crazy. Literally psychotic. He was kept in a large room and was handcuffed and a gag was around his mouth all the time because he was found one day biting into his skin to dry kill himself.
Dylan then stopped bringing newspapers and the couple would stay away from the social world where Louis Tomlinson was always the start of a conversation.
Harry couldn't lie. He wanted to see Louis. He wanted to know how he was doing. He wanted to make him better. But he knew that he was going to end up hurt if he saw that man again so he built a wall. A large wall that kept his feelings away. He didn't have any feelings and that meant that he obviously didn't feel anything for Dylan.
If he ever were to break the wall down he knew that the first person he would think of was his ex-boyfriend.
But he couldn't hurt Dylan and everything was going well so far and he wanted to keep it that way.
Harry made himself a cup of hot chocolate as the clock read 1am. Dylan still wasn't back yet.
It wasn't a surprise. Some nights, Dylan wouldn't even come home but the next day there would be stacks of notes on the kitchen table. So the later Dylan came home, the more money they had later on.
But when the clock struck 2 am and Harry was brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed, the door opened and closed and a grin spread across Harry's face.
"Why you not in bed, babe?" Dylan says as he pulls Harry to his chest and Harry giggles.
"I couldn't sleep without you," Harry whispers and Dylan chuckles as their lips meet. "Where are my cookies?"
"Downstairs. We'll eat them for breakfast okay? It's too late now."
Harry hummed and nodded. He really wanted a cookie but even he was really tired.
"Let's get to bed then. I'm tired as heck!"
"What did you do to get you so tired?" Harry asks as Dylan begins to take off his jeans and slip off his shirt.
"I cleaned Mr Sheriffs basement," Dylan shook his head violently to get his hair messy and the dust out. He would have a shower is he wasn't so exhausted. He then fell back into the satisfying cold pillows.
"The man who moved yesterday?"
"Yup, he needed help unpacking."
"How much did he give you?" Harry crawls over Dylan and lays his head on Dylan's outstretched arm.
"£200," Dylan responds proudly and Harry's mouth hung open as he shot up and looked down at Dylan.
"That's so much!"
"Well, I did a pretty neat job," Dylan smirks and then pulls Harry in for a kiss.
"I love you," Dylan whispers against Harry's curls that are on top of his head.
Harry stays silent as he switches off the lamp and the room goes dark.
"I love you too," Harry lies in the dark as he closes his eyes and sleeps in Dylan's arms.
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