When Louis wakes up the next morning he finds Harry passed out on the couch, an empty wine bottle in his hand, snoring loudly, his drool staining the couch. Louis frowns and gently lifts his boyfriend into his arms, laying the glass bottle on the coffee table, then carrying him in to bed and tucking him in. Louis returns to the living room and picks up the bottle, bringing it into the kitchen. When he opens the door he's met with sparrow, who must have been locked in there all night. She looks at the empty bottle and whines, almost appearing to sulk as Louis make himself a cup of tea and a slice of toast. Louis had been worried about Harry before, noticing the redness and tear stains on his face the day before, how sick he had gotten and now this, waiting for Louis to go to bed so he could get drunk off of cheap red wine in the dark.
Something was up and Louis didn't like it, it worried him and he thought about it all while eating silently. If it was something serious why wasn't Harry telling him? Did Harry not trust him? Did he think Louis would leave? Or was he scared and didn't want to scare Louis as well? None of those options were good, and Louis hoped nothing was wrong, that he was reading more into this then he was. He knew he wasn't though, all the evidence pointed to something wrong.
Louis thoughts were cut short a couple of hours later when a groan sounded from the bedroom, followed by bedsprings creaking and a shuffling sound.
Louis looks up as Harry enters the room in his robe, rubbing his head, his head sticking up out of its messy loose bun.
'Aspirin?' He asks and Louis gets up, hurrying to the medicine cabinet and grabbing a couple, then he carries them back to Harry and pours him a glass of water. He puts the kettle back on before sitting down beside Harry.
"Harry love, are you okay, you haven't been yourself lately" he says and Harry just rubs his head, eyes scrunched shut.
"Harry are you okay?" Louis asks and Harry nods "I don't just mean now, like are you okay overall?" He asks and Harry nods again. Louis stands and pours him a cup of tea and a slice of toast. When he puts them down on the table in front of Harry, harry just takes them and heads back to bed, shutting the door behind him with a soft click.
Louis sits there at the table in confusion for a moment before he stands and heads down the hall. Just Before he knocks he can hear soft snore coming from inside the room and sighs, deciding to let Harry sleep and to question him later when he's more sober, and less hungover.
He goes and sits down on the couch, eyes going to the Christmas tree they decorated together and he sighs, getting up to readjust one of popcorn strands so it was out of Zorra (and montys) reach. He sets it back into place so it not hanging anymore and decides since Harry wasn't up to it, he had to feed the animals. So he does, dishing out the right food for each animal, and then since he has nothing else to do he decided to clean the house.
He doesn't take out the vacuum, but he sweeps and mops, dusts and shines, polishes and tidies until nothing is out of place.
That's when the horrible though occurs to him. He drops the rag he was holding to wipe down the counter into the sink and makes his way to the bedroom, quickly opening the door as quietly as he can. He creeps over to the bed and sees Harry sprawled out on it, snoring gently and carefully takes on of his wrists into his hands. He takes a deep breath and gently pushes the sleeve of his robe back and nearly cries at the sigh
Clean, unblemished pale skin. Harry wasn't cutting, at least not here.
He gently checks Harry's hips and his thighs, but finds nothing. He lets out a breath of relief before kissing Harry on the forehead and taking his empty dishes back to the kitchen, making sure the bedroom door is closed behind him. Sparrow slunk past him and hopped up onto the bed with Harry, her head resting on Harry's thigh. Louis signed
