Undercover (Larry Stylinson)

11. closed doors

"The fuck...?" Louis said. He looked around the room, trying to place where he was. When he turned to find Harry waking up next to him, it was quite obvious. 

"Oh, damn," Louis nearly shouted. "Did you and I... did we...?"

Harry's eyes blinked open and he shook his head. "No,  no, nothing like that. Just, um... Just a kiss."

"Right," Louis said with a smile. He started  to sit up, but was instantly hit with a wave of nausea and dizziness. "Feel like shit."

"Same," Harry groaned, massaging his temples. "Are you feeling better from last night at least?"

Louis blushed. "Oh, god, yeah. I puked so much. Sorry."

"No, it's totally fine," Harry said, sitting up next to Louis. Louis' hair was sticking up in all different directions and he had purple circles under his eyes, but he still looked gorgeous as always. "I'm just glad you're okay."

"Thanks," Louis replied. "Well, I'm officially the worst date ever. This did not go as planned."

"I had tons of fun," Harry smiled. "Plus, I feel a lot better now that we talked about my identity and stuff."

"Oh, yeah. Harry the mystery man. You still never told me your last name," Louis recalled, cocking his head to the side in curiosity.

"Styles. Harry Edward Styles," he said with a grin.

"Sounds way better than Blake No Last Name," Louis chuckled to himself. "Seriously, how dumb did you think I was? I've been onto your act since day one."

Harry blushed. "I didn't think you were dumb. I know I'm not the best actor. I failed drama class. It was a miracle you even went along with it."

"Right," Louis replied. "Well, you tried. But don't worry. Your identity is more than safe with me. I don't even know any Russians. Aside from Putin... he's my uncle."

"Amazing," Harry giggled. He threw an arm around Louis and they laughed together, though Harry still felt a bit tense. "You're really funny."

"I could say the same about you, Harry," Louis said, shooting him a goofy half smile. "Ugh, I look like shit. This isn't even my shirt! Did you undress me?"

"I see the sass is coming back now that you're feeling better," Harry chuckled. "And no, you undressed yourself. You puked on your shirt and threw it on the ground at the bar... I don't think you want it back."

"I could have washed it," Louis groaned. "Drunk Louis is so dumb."

"He's also super sensitive," Harry pointed out, giving Louis' bicep a squeeze. 

"What do you mean?" Louis asked. He pouted his lips together and blew out, sending a few pieces of his hair blowing in the air. 

"You were... well, I don't know, nevermind," Harry said, blushing. Maybe it wasn't his place to talk to Louis about this stuff. He didn't know him all too well yet. 

"No, tell me Harry!" Louis said. He kneeled on the couch so he was taller than Harry and folded his arms across his torso dramatically. 

"Fine, well, you were a little insecure about things... Like, how you're one of the only gay guys in town and that gets you down a bit," Harry said slowly. "And you called yourself fat a bunch of times...."

The color drained from Louis face and he sat back down. "Oh."

"Sorry I brought it up," Harry said. "We don't have to talk about it."

Louis shook his head. "No, it's fine. I mean those things weren't a secret. Like, I know I come off as super flamboyant and confident - and I am a lot of the time. But other times, I just don't feel good enough."