Friends. // l.s.

Chapter 16 - "No shit Sherlock."

Louis' POV

Nothing happened.

Except that the room was cast in bright light that illuminated even the darkest corners of its expanse, nothing happened. My eyes stung at the sudden brightness and I squinted them slightly. As they adjusted to the circumstances, I perceived that Harry didn't even notice the change in the room and remained sleeping tightly on his bed. So much for my dramatic entrance.

I had hoped to get this over with easily, but if Harry decided to be a little bitch and remain asleep, I could and would adapt. Certainly, I came with a plan b.

Coughing quietly, I gave waking him up another shot. Truthfully, I hardly coughed loud enough for someone to wake up, but all of the sudden I was scared of awakening him. Surely, he would blow off on me when he realized I came in here in the middle of the night to talk to him. But it was already too late and I would feel even more awkward if I just turned off the lights now and left again. My conscience told me to just nudge him or something but I didn't think physical contact was necessary, yet.

I decided to tap my knuckles against the door instead carefully, to create a foreign noise that would cause him to snap awake. But he didn't.

Frustrated, I sighed and walked over to his dormant frame. Maybe if I clicked my tongue he would become aware of my presence and wake up. So I did just that for the next two endlessly long minutes. Wow. My mouth dried out after the first thirty seconds already and I tried to gather my saliva while continuing my tongue work. All Harry did was stir a little after fifty five seconds, but that was it. An annoyed huff escaped my lips at his ignorance. It's not that hard to wake up when someone clearly wants you to.

Shaking him awake was still an option though, perhaps I should try something similar. By now, I was bent over him and watched his relaxed features. His curls stuck messily to his forehead and I seized to gently push them out of his face with my thumb. His skin was smooth and soft under my skin and Harry suddenly grumbled in content.

The sound he made reminded me of my situation and I snapped. I ripped my hand off his face as if I'd been burned and rubbed my eyes exasperately. What was I doing? I only wanted to get him to wake up and now I was touching him?! No Louis, shit, no. I wasn't thinking clearly, it was only my tiredness getting to me. Definitely. Thankfully the moment wore off and I aimlessly let my gaze wander around his room. I liked it, everything looked like him and it smelt of him too. I felt creepy now, so I thought about what to do next.

My patience reached its end when I went in for a not so light slap against his cheek. His body jerked forward and he shrieked in alarm.

"Aaaaahh!"

"Aaaaahh!" I yelled surprised at his volume. "Chill, I just wanted to talk to you," I explained soothingly after my heart had calmed down and I had recovered from the shock. Harry looked at me incredulously and grabbed a nearby cushion that he threw right at my head.

"What the hell?!" Harry blinked a few times and then he shook his head. You could literally see his brain cells processing and working to comprehend what was going on. During night time Harry was even more hopeless in terms of being smart. He tended to believe irrational things rather than simply going with the obvious.

Slowly his facial features stilled and his mind seemed to settle on an apparently logical explanation to my presence.

"This can't be real. It's a dream, I'm dreaming, that's it."

"Really, Harold? I don't even know how you're gonna get a job when you're grown up. Like, how are you going to provide for whoever when you probably can't even spell your name?" I had fully regained my confidence after his stupid conclusion and I was glad that I didn't dread him anymore. I couldn't even remember what I had been afraid of, he was as intelligent as a toast at times.