He Noticed || Larry au

.8

Sophomore Year

"This is going to sound creepy but I really want to snoop through your things." Louis says as he turns his head to look around Harry's room.

"Knock yourself out." Harry laughs and Louis grins, getting off Harry's bed and leaving Harry to figure out the chemistry homework.

Louis snoops through Harry's dresser drawers, the first one having his underwear in it and Louis laughs, pulling out the tight black Calvin Klein's.

"Who are you trying to impress?" He teases and Harry blushes, grabbing a decorative pillow and throwing it at Louis.

Louis eventually moves over to Harry's desk and there's only one long drawer. In it are a variety of drawing utensils but in one corner there's a brown leather book. He opens it, reading some of the stuff written in it kind of scared him.

"You're not going to like, kill yourself right?" Louis says and he really didn't mean to sound like an asshole but the things written were... very dark.

"Don't be ridiculous." Harry scoffs; "I don't have the guts to do it." He mumbles and Louis furrows his brows going over to the bed and throwing the book on the nightstand.

"But if you did you still wouldn't right?" Louis asks with a slight panic behind his voice.

Harry doesn't answer.

"Harry." Louis says and Harry rolls his eyes.

"Relax! I don't have the guts to do it." Harry repeats and Louis pushes the binder in front of Harry onto the floor so he would have Harry's undivided attention.

"But if you did you would do it?" Louis questions and Harry sighs, shaking out his curls.

"I don't know. Maybe." Harry says and Louis swallows thickly, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and into a hug.

"What are you doing Louis?" Harry sighs and wraps his arms around Louis' waist.

"I'm hugging you because those things written in there tell me you need a hug. And a friend." Louis says and Harry pulls back with narrowed eyes.

"I have friends." Harry says and Louis is in a tough spot.

"I know I just mean like, a real friend." Louis tries to explain and Harry quirks an eyebrow.

"Liam and Zayn... they don't understand you. I get you Harry, I do." Louis tries to bluff but Harry catches on that he's lying.

"You know." Harry states and Louis sighs.

"I may act like I don't see that they don't talk to me anymore because I'm gay but I know. I just try to ignore it. They're the only friends I have." Harry says quietly and Louis pulls him into another hug, a tighter one so the boy could feel how much Louis cared for him.

"They don't deserve to have you as a friend Harry. You're too good for them and they're jerks." Louis tells him but Harry just shakes his head and holds onto Louis tighter.

"You're my friend right? A real friend? You don't hate me because I like boys?" Harry asks and Louis just hugs him tighter if possible.

"I'm your real friend Harry."

"You won't leave me right?"

"You're stuck with me." Louis says into Harry's hair. Harry grins, fingers digging into Louis' waist.