Frame of Hearts - l.s.

Chapter Eleven

"Wouldn't a movie be more appropriate at this time?"

Harry shakes his head; his eyes are not moving from his homework in front of him on the floor. "Can't, Lou. Homework."

"Harry, it's a Friday night. Why homework?"

"Because I'm busy all day tomorrow and knowing you with sleepovers on Saturday nights, you'd want me to stay all day Sunday too."

Louis rolls his eyes. "You can spare two hours on Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs."

"Louis."

"We can make jaffles, with those little spaghetti o's you always like?" Louis entices with a smile. "And we can have that left over m'n'm ice-cream mum bought from the truckie by the road the other day?"

Harry takes in a shaky breath. He really needed to finish his science homework for Monday. He can't risk a school detention - not on his all good interim report. Louis is making it harder for him to try and stay behind. He doesn't even know why he came over in the first place. All it usually did is bring trouble. He simply needed an excuse to get away from Zayn's babbling about Liam - which was endless.

"C'mon, this one's new! We cuddle on the couch and stuff!"

"Louis."

"Donuts with jam in the middle--" Harry's ears are open as his eyes grow broad. He stands and leaves his useless pieces of paper on the floor, clinging to Louis' arm and smiling.

"You had me at donut."

*****

The Gello scene between Sam and Flint appeared on screen, filling the room with a dim light of yellowish orange. Louis has his head upon Harry's shoulder as they watched the movie together. Harry's stomach is bubbling with anxiety; he really needed to finish his homework.

He sees Louis' watch below him, the blue light shining a 9:54 into his eyes. Fuck, he shouldn't have agreed to watch this darn movie. He has football tomorrow, early. By the time he gets home, he'll fall asleep - probably with Louis still on the phone to him; Harry should always expect a phone call from Louis as soon as he arrives home.

"Lou," He hums sleepily, twisting his head to dig his nose into Harry's bony shoulder. Damn, he's asleep. "Louis, love."

"What is it?"

"I need to head home. I have a football game tomorrow, remember?"

"Yeah, that's right," He's still half asleep, yawning before grinning softly. "I'm coming to watch you."

Harry freezes. "No, you aren't."

"Yes I am--"

"Louis, it's nice you want to come to watch me, but I'd rather you not. I'm coming back here straight after the game though," He's paranoid about fooling himself in front of Louis - especially since Louis has been teasing him ever since he was twelve about the incident of falling down onto his arse. His growth spurts have made him more clumsy, and he knows Louis will probably downgrade him for his stupidity on the field if he makes one little mistake. "You don't need to watch me."

"I want to though."

"Louis," Harry sighs. "You're just going to make me nervous, okay?"

"Why?"

"B-because," He pauses, Louis staring up to him with hurt in his eyes. He doesn't want to hurt him. Harry can say no, but it's hard to say no to Louis especially when he wants something like this. He's like a sea seal pup. "Okay, fine. I-I'll tell mum to pick you up tomorrow at eleven. Be ready. Game starts at twelve."