⚠️ Sometimes sanity is not so well defined.
The one where Louis continues to struggle with his eating disorder but as Harry tries to deal with it all, he get pushed into the arms of something else leaving Zayn just enough room to enter stage left...
Harry stood by his car with one foot over the other and both hands on his hips. He tried to cover up his anxiety the best he could. He checked his hair in the driver side mirror one more time, fluffing up his loose curls.
"Alright, Harry, get a grip. It's not like it's your first date with Louis....." he said trying to reason with himself. "You're the narcissist with the ego...where is this...this...pressure for everything to be perfect coming from?"
He softly sighed amongst himself, enchanted with love. "It's just he's so wonderful! Need to show him a good time...."
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He bit his bottom lip when he saw his rugged but stylish boy-friend approach him.
"Hey," he simply stated trying not to sound too needy.
Louis didn't reply with words but by moving closer and gently pushing him back against the car and intertwining their lips briefly.
"Mmm. I never get enough of those," Harry purred in his ear as he walked him to the passenger side of the car and opened it for him.
"So what kind of date are we going on?" Louis questioned excitedly.
Harry shrugged, trying to be mysterious. He glanced over to see a pouty face. The image made him bite on his index finger softly. His oral fixation seemed to be more visible around him.
Louis responded by taking his hand and resting it on top of his thigh. He analyzed the small dimples that was perfectly symmetrical beside his pearly smile. Not being able to contain himself, he took his free hand and poked it.
"I can't believe those dimples belong to me," Louis said what he thought was only in his mind but quickly realized otherwise when Harry let out a small giggle.
"I love this side of you," Harry confessed. Louis placed his lips together tightly and gave him a confused look, urging him to explain more. "This...the one where you can just sit in my car and hold my hand and actually look me in the eyes," Harry smiled at him. "Though I missed you, I'm glad you went away and stuck with outpatient treatment too. I'm so proud of you,"
Louis felt a hard lump in his throat and swallowed thickly. He shifted around in his seat uncomfortably. At-lease I'm not starving myself again. He's proud of me. Why am I feeling guilty?
"Thank you, Haz," he beamed back.
Harry parked the car and took the keys out of the ignition. Louis tried to grab the door handle to open it but he quickly pushed the lock button and stuck out his tongue. Louis returned the favor as Harry unlocked the door and helped him out of the car.
"When are you going to accept that you're always going to be treated this way when you're around me? You're my Prince," Harry said delicately kissing his hand.
"Okay, Princess," Louis teased though he was blushing.
Harry opened the trunk and retrieved a purple duffle bag and slung it around his shoulder and guided his Prince toward the building entrance. Louis instinctively clung to his side and wrapped his arm around the small of his back.
