Louis hasn't slept for 3 days now. He lays in his bed which is way to cold and empty to be even the slightest bit comfortable and stares at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come. It never arrives and Louis can't force it no matter what he does. On the fourth night he's exhausted, way past overtired and is so very emotional because of it. It's the slightest things that change his mood. One minutes he's ok, getting back to normal and at the slightest thing he snaps and he's angry or he's about to cry. He hates it and knows he needs sleep but he can't. Especially when he's laying down looking at the space next to him where another body should be laying. He should be enveloped in lanky limbs and pressed up tightly against a tattooed and muscular chest. But he's not. He knows it's late, basically the next day when he tosses and turns and something catches his eye. There's a small hole in the plasterboard which was covered up by a photo frame. Louis had made sure to take away all of the photos, he can't even look at them, he had however, forgotten that that specific photo had been hiding something. It knocks the breath out of him as he remembers what happened.
It was their first ever fight, they'd been arguing over something so stupid that Louis cannot even remember what it was. He's so stubborn but usually Harry gave in or let it go because it wasn't worth it. Not this time though, Harry was insisting that he was right and was not backing down. This infuriated Louis and he had shouted a string of curses along with a sentence that got to Harry.
"If you loved me you'd let this go." He had said. Harry had stopped his furious pacing, frozen on the spot. He had turned to face Louis with this look on his face that Louis had never seen before and he knew he had gone too far. Harry then walked towards the door of their bedroom with long strides and before he opened the door he punched the plasterboard instantly making a fist sized hole in the wall. He yelped and pulled back his hand, tears in his eyes. Louis had instantly rushed over to him and gripped his arm. His hand was bleeding and didn't look very pretty.
"I'm sorry," He whimpered. "I didn't mean-"
"Shhh no, I'm sorry." Louis said and dragged him to the bathroom. He had pushed Harry down onto the toilet. Harry gripped his fist with the other hand and groaned. Louis got a towel wet and knelt in front of him. He gently took Harry's bleeding hand and dabbed at it. Harry winced.
"Sorry." Louis mumbled. Harry bit his lip and watched as Louis got his fist clean. Two of his knuckles were split open. It was quiet for them, the silence talking for them.
"M'just gonna get the first aid kit." Louis said quietly, leaving the bathroom. He came back to Harry looking at the floor his eyes very watery. He looked up at Louis and a tear falls down hi face.
"Haz," Louis said, gently moving back over to him. "Does it hurt?" He asks taking his hand back into his own.
"A little." He whispers. Louis gently wraps up Harry's hand with a bandage.
"I'm sorry, Lou, I'm sorry." Harry repeats and Louis looks up to see Harry's sad eyes watching him.
"It's ok, I went too far, I'm sorry." Louis says, putting a bit of tape on to hold the bandage on.
"I shouldn't, I've never been that angry, I don't ever wanna be like that." He said and Louis reaches over and kisses his forehead. Harry always does the right thing, he makes sure every one is happy even when he wasn't. This really wasn't like him.
"C'mon, stand up." Harry stands up from the toilet seat and Louis does his best to wrap his arms around Harry and curses that he was quite a lot smaller as he can't hold him the way he wants to. Harry breathes deeply and his arms go around Louis, pressing him closer to his chest. Louis leads him back to the bedroom and helps him step out of his jeans before striping himself. Harry was sitting on the bed cross legged by the time Louis has finished and Louis sits in his crossed legs. He had cupped Harry's cheek and wiped away his tear with his thumb. Harry leant his head on Louis shoulder and Louis hugs him again, in this position he could hold him better, closer. After staying like that for a few minutes, until Louis was sure Harry had calmed down, Louis smirked.
