This wasn't a request, but I had the idea and decided to give it a go. The next one will be a request!
This is set when Harry and Louis were living together. They're in that "we're not dating yet but we both probably realize that we're not just friends" sort of stage. Basically, it's Harry's first time being ill away from home and he's not handling it too well.
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After the success of their first tour following their stint on the X-Factor, the boys of One Direction all moved to London to begin work on their debut album. It was the first time all of them would be living on their own, but being that Harry was the baby of the band at a mere 17 years old, Louis didn't think he should be out on his own quite yet. And since Louis was the oldest, and therefore the most responsible (yeah, right) Louis saw it only fit that he and Harry get a place together. That way, Louis could look after the younger lad and keep him out of trouble.
At least, that's what Louis told Harry when he made the proposal. If he were being perfectly honest, Louis wanted to live with Harry because seeing the curly haired boy was always the best part of his day. Their relationship had developed over the past few months. At some point, without his conscious realization, their friendship had surpassed best mates and had comfortably settled into something that Louis didn't yet have a name for. All he knew was that Stan, his best mate from back home, never made the muscles in his chest tighten when he casually draped an arm around Louis' shoulders. He never had to supress the urge to run his hands through Stan's tangeled hair. He never stayed up late at night thinking about Stan's smile while he stared up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what this all meant. All Louis knew for sure was that he had never had a "best mate" like Harry.
After moving in together, Louis often felt as though he and Harry were a newly married couple, playing house. Harry would cook dinner in the evening, Louis would help with the dishes, and sometimes they even fell asleep together on the sofa, limbs tangeled together. Whenever this happened, Louis would wake up the next moning in Harry's bed, filled with a private sort of joy that Harry had chosen to carry Louis to his bed instead of taking Louis to his own. Whatever their relationship was, it was comfortable for both of them.
One night, a few hours after going to sleep, Louis was awoken by a faint voice. He rolled over onto his side and listened. The walls in their flat were rather thin and Harry's room was right next to his, so Louis could make out Harry's voice quite clearly.
Surprised that he was awake, being that Harry had gone to bed even before he, Louis pressed his ear against the wall to listen. It sounded as though Harry was on the phone with somebody, but what concerned Louis was his voice. It sounded strained and shaky, as if he were crying. Louis frowned and pressed his ear closer.
"Alright... sniff Thanks, mum... Alright, I-I will. sniff L-Love you too."
And then there was silence apart from a soft whimper.
Concerned, Louis threw his blankets back and climbed out of bed, pulling a t-shirt over his head. He tiptoed out of his room and down the hallway, where Harry's door was closed. He tapped on it lightly with one of his knuckles.
"Uh, y-yeah?" Harry's choked voice called out quietly.
Louis opened the door and took a small step inside. "Hey... Is everything alright, Haz?"
It was too dark to see his face, but Louis could tell that Harry was sitting up in bed, propped up against his headboard. When Harry didn't answer, Louis took another tentative step forward.
"I wasn't meaning to listen, but I heard you on the phone with your mum. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."
Harry sniffled loudly. "M'sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," he answered weakly.
