Against One's Wishes

Chapter 9

Louis stirs a little in bed the next morning before he feels the pounding headache he has. He doesn't even want to open his eyes because of the light coming through his windows.

Still, he squints them open, rubbing them a little before he's sighing. He looks in the bed beside him to see Harry isn't there... and his heart drops for a moment. Surely he hasn't gone somewhere, he thinks.

He turns to his nightstand to see a note in Harry's handwriting along with a rolled joint. He grins a little and reads the note while rubbing his aching head.

"I knew you'd feel like shit this morning, so take this and smoke it. Should relieve most of your hangover. It's always helped mine. H xx"

Louis shakes his head while still grinning and picks up the joint and his lighter from the table. He immediately lights the joint and puts his head back against his pillow, his eyes closed.

He wonders where Harry is exactly; it doesn't take him long to figure it out, however, when he smells food coming from down the hall. Harry must be making breakfast for him, and it makes Louis grin even more.

He sits there and takes hit after hit, feeling the headache beginning to ease off, which he's thankful for. He may be high after this, but Louis knows he'd rather be high than be sick.

He smokes over half the joint before putting it out in the ashtray and breathing a sigh of relief; he can still feel the pain, but it's nowhere near as intense as it was.

He gets up slowly, finding his pajama bottoms in the floor on Harry's side of the bed before he's heading out of the room.

He stops in the doorway of the guest room first, seeing that Harry has unpacked a good bit of things; he has clothes sitting atop the dresser and on the bed as well as a photo of his mum on the nightstand by the bed.

Louis' eyes soon see the piece of paper lying on the sofa that he had seen in Harry's hand the night before.

He walks over, questioning whether or not he should read it. But he finds himself opening it and seeing Harry's beautiful penmanship in a letter to his mum.

He reads it slowly, his heart almost dropping with every word. Harry's struggling with whether or not he's doing the right thing, that's obvious to Louis from the letter.

He sighs and folds it back, wishing he would've minded his own business now. As soon as he sits the letter down, he hears his phone ringing in the living area.

He doesn't have to rush to answer it because he soon hears Harry's voice, "Louis Tomlinson's residence."

Louis walks slowly into the living area, seeing Harry in nothing but briefs and a green apron, his hair a mess with the long pieces falling around his eyes.

"Uh, just one moment," Harry starts before he's turning to see Louis standing there with a small grin on his face. Harry covers the phone and smiles, "morning, my gorgeous bean."

"Bean?" Louis laughs and walks over, "who's on the phone?"

"I don't know... someone for you," Harry shrugs and hands it over before he's walking back to the kitchen.

Louis answers and realizes it's the school calling, asking him to come by to confirm his classes that start the following month. He listens to the woman going on and on, but his eyes are on Harry's every move in the kitchen.

He watches Harry cooking, sticking out his tongue while he concentrates on the dishes he's trying to make. He's soon pouring coffee for he and Louis both while Louis finally finishes the phone call and hangs up.