"Lovely"

Part Twenty Three (Louis)

Part Twenty Three (Louis)

 The next morning came all too quickly. At seven forty five my alarm woke the both of us up, only to have Harry roll over and smack it off, nearly letting it hit the floor.

Harry.

It took me a moment to realize that he was actually here. In my room. In my bed, for god’s sake. But we hadn’t…done anything, so I suppose that it’s perfectly alright that we did so. I had to admit that I liked having him there. Waking up next to someone is one of the best feelings in the world, and if you’ve never experienced it before, I suggest you find a person to sleep next to you right away.

However, the fact that it was Harry made it all the better. After seeing him, it re-occurred to me what had happened the night before, and I silently wondered how Harry would be this morning. Most likely quite upset. He’s just lost his home, I’d imagine anyone would be.

I just wish that I knew of some way to comfort him. I had woken up with his arm around me, and his legs entwined with mine. It may make me sound quite self-absorbed, but part of me had wondered whether or not Harry didn’t need comforting, that just having someone there that cared for him was comfort enough. I really did hope so, and I even more so hoped that I was what he needed. I wanted him to need me, is that so bad?

He was still sleeping, and after taking a quick shower, I debated about when to wake him up. It took a few moments to decide, but when I finally built up the courage to ask him to get out of bed, he had already blinked his eyes open.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” I laugh, tossing a t shirt onto his chest, “slept in did you?”

Harry rubs his eyes, and pushes himself up in the bed. “What time is it?”

“Seven fifty.” I reply, “You should get a move on. Breakfast is already made.”

He gives me a weak smile and forces himself up. With grace he pulls the t shirt over his chest and grabs his pants off the floor. Same as yesterday, but who cares really? Harry can pull anything off. It’s quite ridiculous really. Here I am, spending an hour in the morning trying to get everything just right, and Harry can wake up with five minutes before he has to leave and still manage to look wonderful.

Harry emerges from the bathroom in his black skinny jeans, hugging his legs underneath his burgundy t shirt. His hair is soaking wet, and he looks a bit like a wet dog. I hadn’t realized he had that much hair. With the towel I left on the back of the door, he towel dries his hair in front of me, tossing me the dampened sheet when he’s finished.

“Thanks again for this Lou,” he says quietly, “I really do appreciate it. I mean… we all do.”

I wrap my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest. “It’s nothing Harry. I’m sure anyone would’ve done it.”

I feel his chin rest on top of my head, and his arms snake over my shoulders. “Lou-“

“And besides,” I cut him off, “I sleep better when you’re here.”

His arms tighten around me, and after squeezing tighter for just a second, he pulls away.

“Me too.” He sighs, “We should do this more often.”

With a wink he heads out into the kitchen, leaving me to follow.

~

After breakfast, Harry and I walked ourselves to the school, stopping only once for untied shoelaces. I had done my best to keep quiet, in hopes that silence would suppress my nerves about seeing Liam again. I hadn’t seen him since my breakdown at school yesterday.