i sleep naked ➸ larry stylinson

four

harry woke up before his friends, who had stayed up until two in the morning while he went to bed quite early.

he yawned loudly, stretching his arms above his head. the room was surprisingly cool, a perfect temperature.

he kicked the blankets off his legs and stood up, before slipping on some shorts but leaving his shirt off.

"harry?" a groggy voice called from niall's bed, and harry looked to see zayn. his eyes were bleary from sleep and his hair a mess on his head.

"yeah?" harry whispered, careful to keep his voice down so he wouldn't wake niall, who was scrunched up into a ball and emitting large snores.

"where you going?" zayn asked, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

"i was going to get a glass of water," harry lied, scratching behind his head.

"can you bring me one too?" zayn collapsed back onto the bed when harry nodded, and the curly lad shut the door quietly behind him before stepping into the silent hallway. thankfully, the floor didn't creak beneath him when he went down the stairs and into the large kitchen.

but he stopped in the doorway when he heard louis' voice and what sounded like his mum talking.

"-i'm not trying to, and i feel so bad-"

"louis, please just take the medicine they prescribed to you. what you're doing is dangerous, and you can't do it anymore."

"it's the only thing that helps."

"obviously, it doesn't help. you keep snapping at him-"

"i know, okay! you don't have to rub my problems in my face!" louis yelled, and of course harry had to slip on the wall and face plant in the middle of the kitchen right then.

"harry?" jay asked, her voice shaky and scared.

"sorry. totally tripped," harry murmured, gathering himself and slowly standing up.

louis' eyes were wide open, as was his mouth. and harry didn't know what to do, because he was standing like a fool in the middle of a kitchen that wasn't his and he probably ruined any chances of being with the only person he had ever loved.
so he stood their, blushing and crossing his arms so each of his hands were on the opposite hip over his bare stomach.

"honey, did you, uhm, hear anything?" jay cleared her throat and looked at harry with a worried look in her eyes.

"what are you talking about?" harry asked, and it was obvious he was lying, because he was such a horrible actor.

"oh thank god," jay sighed, and harry raised an eyebrow. she believed him.

it didn't seem louis believed him though.

in fact, the older boy strode up to him and pinned him against the wall, and harry couldn't help but gasp loudly.

"louis!" jay shouted, and harry would be surprised if it didn't wake up everyone else in the house.

"what did you hear?" louis growled, placing both his hands on harry's chest and pushing him harder.

and harry couldn't help but grin, despite the situation, because louis' hands were on his chest, and they were so small and warm and soft and he didn't want him to stop.
but the thought quickly left his mind when louis pushed him further into the wall and he could feel his back throbbing from the pressure.

"stop smiling," louis spit, and harry gulped and tried to listen but then louis' was smiling too and he was gently being lowered to the floor and jay was just standing there with a confused look on her face.