Scared to Death [larry a.u.]

Three

"Harry, love, what's the matter?"

Harry ignores his mum, pushing passed her with tears running down his cheeks as he runs upstairs. Anne frowns and shakes her head, knowing Louis would come rushing in a few minutes later, trying to fix whatever mistake he made.

Sure enough Louis comes running in, giving Anne only a quick wave as he rushes up the stairs toward Harry's room.

"Haz!" Louis groans, banging on his bedroom door. "Baby, please! It was an accident! I didn't know, love, I'm so sorry!"

"Can you just leave me alone?" Harry asks weakly, voice breaking. Louis frowns and leans against the door, sighing.

"You know I'd never try to embarrass you on purpose," Louis says desperately. "I didn't know, Harry, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was embarrassed!" Harry growls, and Louis can hear him hitting the wall. Louis winces and leans his head against the door, listening to Harry sob and smack the wall.

"Harry, please," Louis begs, voice shaking. "Talk to me, love, I'm not going to judge you. I would never."

The door unlocks, and Louis stands straight. He turns and opens the door, seeing Harry standing there with his hood on. Louis doesn't think he's ever seen Harry cry harder.

"Come here," Louis says softly, opening his arms. Harry rushes into Louis' hold, and he starts to cry again. "It's okay, it's okay, you'll be okay."

"I'm sorry," Harry sobs, sniffling and shaking his head. "I love you."

"I love you too," Louis replies, kissing the top of Harry's head.