Journal | L.S

Chapter Seven

"Don't care, Lottie. Just bring it back asap." Louis seethed into the phone, careful of the boy who was having a snooze in his embrace. "I don't care how much it will help. We are in no position of being able to pay him back so when you finish work tonight, bring it back. If Dan really needs help, he will call me, Lottie. Stop worrying." 

"We need it Louis." 

"It's too much, Lottie! Get it through your thick head. Now return it." He hung up the phone, tempted to throw it at the wall. He loved his sister, of course he did, but she could be very, very stubborn. It would honestly surprise him if she turned up tonight, but he could only hope. If not, he would sure go after her, even if he doesn't know where any of his family lives. 

He tries to slip out from under the boy, careful not to wake him, but the boy's hold on him just tightened so the man gave up. For a boy who doesn't exactly fancy physical contact, hugging, he sure likes to cuddle Louis? 

"You smell good, Louis." Harry mumbled, rubbing his face against the man's chest. 

"Well, I haven't showered since the day before yesterday, but thanks?" Louis laughed. "I thought you were asleep." 

"I was." Harry spoke, looking up at Louis. "You're angry." 

"More like, frustrated, I guess." 

"Frustrated." Harry mumbled, getting a close look at Louis' face as if he was studying it, getting out his journal and flipping to page that looked like it had the basic emotions sketched with smiley faces. He added the word 'frustrated' next to the word angry, and an angry looking emoticon. 

"Is that how I look?" Louis laughed, watching as Harry slammed his journal shut. 

"N-no. You're pretty." He stated. "Just frustrated now. But pretty." He smiled as he turned his head away from Louis' gaze. Gemma told him to say that. It was a nice thing to say if you liked someone, and Harry liked Louis. 

Louis didn't say anything, he knew though, that the boy fancied him, but he wasn't sure if the boy understood what he was saying. "Better get going. I'll see your around." He looked at Harry, and it seemed like the boy wanted to say something, though he just sent Louis a small wave before the man exited his apartment. "Thanks for dinner again." Louis mumbled, hurrying his ass over to his own place. 

Harry just sighed, he wanted to know so many things. Why did he feel like that? Every time he caught a glimpse of the man, he got so happy and warm on the inside. Different from the love he felt towards his mother, and that was the only happy feeling he felt towards a person. 

He of course knew what love was. He had read countless of books and he of course went to school where they taught him... disturbing things. Those disturbing this, they didn't seem as disturbing when he thought of Louis, and that scared him.

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This time it was Louis who was knocking on Harry's door. The man was tempted to pound on it like Harry does, just to see how he liked it. Harry opened the door and his face lit up when he noticed Louis standing in the hallway. 

"You're visiting me!" Harry beamed. "Why? I'm not sad." 

"No. Just came to return this." He showed the boy the piggy bank he was hiding behind his back. It didn't look as good as yesterday, Lottie had broken it, but Louis had tried to fix it with some tape. "Here you go." 

"N-no." Harry backed away. "Gave it to you." 

"Harry just take it. We don't need it." Louis sighed, trying to hand the item to the boy who just backed away further into his apartment. "It's yours. You spent years trying to save this up."