sticky notes. l.s au

eight

Harry was waiting patiently for Louis when his door bell was rung.

  Harry took a deep breath and raced downstairs to get the door before his mum. He opened it and his breath hitched, "Uh, hi." He said to Louis, inviting him in.

Louis smiled and waved a bit, for some reason, blushing. He stepped in and took in everything. His eyes darted across the room then to a nervous Harry.

  Harry eyed Louis' bookbag and pointed towards the stair, "Let's go. Unless you want something to drink? Eat?" He asked him, raising an eyebrow.

  Louis politely declined and walked up the carpeted stairs, Harry had to look at his ass as he walked up them. He bit his lip and stared briefly before looking away, feeling a bit bad for staring so openly.

  He walked in front of him to guide him to his room, he sat on his bed. It seems like a typical boy teenager's room.

    It had it own quirks and perks, with books lined up in a corner and one book currently on the bed, faced down. It was very maximalist, stuff filled everywhere in such a perfectly messy, neat way.

  "I like your room a lot. I never get tired of it, so many things, I notice something different each time." Louis smiled at him and sat beside him on his bed.

  Harry smiled wide. "Thanks..." He mumbled and tried to lay back and relax  on his bed. "So, why are  you here?" He asked him.

  Louis' smile faltered a bit as he remembered but he just shrugged, "Wanted to see you? Can I stay this weekend?" He asked him, knowing the question was a bit risky. They hadn't had a sleepover yet, hell it had only been a week and a half.

  Harry bit his lip and nodded, "Uh, sure." He licked his lips and there was  an awkward silence before Louis spoke up, "So, what ya reading?" He asked and grabbed the book on his bed. He hummed, "The Care and Feeding of Waspish Widows? Is it good?" He asked him, reading parts on the back.

  The curly headed boy nodded, and sat up to see the book, getting closer to Louis. "It's very good so far, it's about a radical printer and a beekeeper. I believe the two women get together." He told him. He admired Louis' beautiful features, soft and babyish, yet handsome and rugged too.

  He smiled fondly at Louis flipping through the book, "Maybe we can read it together someday? It's a little historic too." He asked the older boy, Louis nodded.

  "That sounds cute and fun. I like the idea." He kicked off his shoes and folded his legs on his bed, groaning a bit. "God, these clothes are so uncomfortable. I wanna be freeee! No clothes!" He joked and giggled, eyes looking from Harry's laughing face to his room to look at more. He was already so comfortable, completely forgetting what happened previously.

  That's when he notices countless sticky pads, a variety of different colours on his desk. He raised an eyebrow, finding alot of the same colours of pads he had.

  Harry noticed his gaze and internally freaked out, cursing himself for leaving them out.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.'

  "You have a lot of sticky pads..." He said accusingly, a hint of suspicion in his voice. He got up to look through them just as Harry went to get them.

'Please God, save me'

Louis' phone suddenly rung loudly, a tone he couldn't ignore. He knew that was his mum.

  He groaned and got his phone, answering it. "Hello?" He asked her, leaving the room for privacy just as Harry took all the sticky pads and swept them off the dresser and into the dresser with his big hand.

His heart was racing. "Fuck. Fuck." He whispers, he's never been dumb enough to leave those out when he knew Louis was coming. This was so rushed, he forgot. How is he supposed to explain this?

"Louis?! Where the hell are you?! Mark was at the door, he was here for a while and he wants to talk to you! I regret giving him my number." His mum yelled, upset that he left without permission. She gets worried.

  "I'm at Harry's house. Can you please not tell Mark where I am? I don't want to see or talk to him..." He said into the phone lowly, away from Harry's room and by a bathroom.

  "What? You can't run away from your problems, baby, you have to-" Louis cut her off furiously, pissed that she wouldn't listen and he felt disgusted because his mum really liked Mark. Not his mummy though. She never did. His mum was more trusting than his mummy.

"He fucking bruised me, I'm not gonna be in an abusive relationship. No matter how much you like him!" He exploded and clenched his fist.

  His mum was silent for a second, "You never told me he hit you...why didn't you tell me?!" She said lowly into the phone, shock and stifled anger in her.

"I dunno. I have to go though, I love you, bye." He muttered.

  "Wait, Louis no, this is-" he ended the call and dropped to the floor, regretting exploding on her and telling her that.

"Big mouth," he mutters

  He took a few minutes to calm down then retraced his steps back to Harry's room.

  He fell back on his bed next to Harry and sighed, Harry immediately noticed his sadness and moved closer. "What's wrong, Lou?" He asked gently and quietly. Immediately not worried about the sticky notes, it's been forgotten when Louis is obviously distressed.

Louis bit his lip at his caring and worried tone, trying to hold in tears as everything got to be too much. He turned and lunged into Harry's arms, he stuffed his face in his neck and started to cry. He was okay with being vulnerable near him, Harry wouldn't judge him. He couldn't imagine Harry pushing anyone away.

  "Shhh, love. Please don't cry, what's wrong?" He whispered lowly, hugging the small and susceptible boy to his chest, "Too beauty for that.." He mumbled into his hair, heart breaking at the sound of Louis' sniffles.  If he was surprised with Louis doing what he did, he didn't show it, he just comforted him like he always wanted to.

  "I-I. I came here b-because Mark was gonna hurt me! We got into an argument last week and I've been avoiding him. I was planning on breaking up with him. I'm really scared though, he can be so mean and nasty. He says the worst things." Louis whispered and whimpered. He clutched Harry's shirt.

Harry felt his blood boil at the fact that Mark hurt him physically on top of the verbal abuse. He kissed his head and held him tighter, "I'm so sorry, babe. He's terrible and you don't deserve this. He doesn't deserve a sweet boy like you, okay?" He whispered and he felt Louis nod and start to quiet down.

  "He won't hurt you again, I've got you." He whispered in his ear and rubbed his back. "How about you go clean yourself up and you can change into something more comfortable, I'll get you a bowl of ice cream and we can watch Up. That sound alright?" He asked him.

  Louis smiled into his neck and Harry felt it which caused him to smile, "Yes..thank you, Hazza..." He whispered and sat up to look at him. He leaned down to kiss his cheek and blushed, as did Harry.

  They parted ways to do what they planned on, both feeling like their chest was gonna explode and their stomachs flipped.

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