new beginnings | l.s

12 | 'tattoos; their thing'

As Harry walked through the front door he instantly got a strong whiff of cigarettes. Zayn wasn't home so it couldn't be him, and, well Harry wasn't smoking one.

He shrugged it off and walked into the kitchen, putting everything away and then hearing footsteps. He grabbed his frying pan and stood there, before hearing a voice from the doorway.

"Bab-." Louis flinched as he suddenly saw a frying pan inches from his face. "Harry, it's just me." he said softly and carefully took the pan off him.

"Don't shit me up like that." Harry grumbled and rubbed the back of his neck, leaning out. "Hey is Niall here? Someone was smoking."

"Nope, just me. Well, and you now." Louis said with a bright smile and ruffled his hair.

"So it was you smoking?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows and unpeeled a banana, keeping his eyes on his boyfriend.

"Well- well yeah, everyone else does it." he replied with a shrug and watched him, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Doesn't mean it's good for you." Harry said and took a bite, holding his hand out. "Give them to me."

"No, Harry I can smoke if I want to, it's not your decision to make. But what is your decision to make is whether you take those damn meds so you don't act like this." Louis crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

That shut Harry up, he glared and popped two of his meds out of the small box. With water, he swallowed them and ran his fingers through his hair. "So, since when?"

"About a month ago." Louis murmured and looked at him, he was growing too. Louis wasn't exactly a giant but he wasn't as tiny as when Harry first met him.

Louis even had facial hair pricking through, how did Harry not notice yesterday? "A months ago? So, while I was in the hospital."

"Yeah, pretty much." Louis nodded and stretched out, groaning. "I'm fucking tired."

"You never curse. Why now?" Harry asked curiously, he was wondering who the hell this boy was and what he'd done with his Lou.

"Why all the questions?" Louis raised an eyebrow at the taller boy, who was looking at him like he was some sort of alien.

"It's just..different, that's all." Harry finished eating his banana and tied his hair up into a man bun, it had grown that much that he was able to do so.

Louis watched him and looked at Harry's hair, humming quietly. "When did you grow your hair out?" he asked and pulled off his sweater, revealing various tattoos.

How did Harry not notice them yesterday?

They were both stark naked for fucks sake.

Then again, the sexual rush and the highs from his medication were so strong that he probably wouldn't of paid attention anyway.

Of course, Harry didn't even mind these changes, it was just strange that Louis would cover them up or wouldn't tell him he'd gotten them,

They could've gotten matching ones- hey, now that sounded like a plan.

"And when did you get so many tattoos, I thought you hated them." maybe Harry's meds were messing with his head, but he sure as well didn't see those yesterday.

"When you were in the hospital, my friend that works at the tattoo parlour convinced me." he shrugged and looked at his own tattoos.

"What friend?" Harry looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"The guy that works behind the counter, you know, the one who did that tattoo." Louis answered and pointed to Harry's chest tattoo.

Harry walked over and stood close to Louis, humming. "Mm, what's his name?" he mumbled in his deep, raspy voice.