28. tell me

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It's been two weeks. Two weeks since Harry and Louis hooked up. Two weeks since Louis told Harry about his eating disorder. Two weeks since Harry took Niall to he trauma clinic.

A lot can happen in fourteen days. A lot of progress can be made. But there are also a lot of things that can go wrong.

If he was being honest, Harry wasn't really sure which direction he had moved in. Whether things were getting better or worse. He sort of felt trapped, just like he had been in Moscow. Held against his will and unable to move.

He and Louis hung out three times in the past two weeks. Harry could tell Louis was avoiding him. He kept saying he was busy with work and grading and always rushed off after they got lunch or watched a movie. But it was obvious he just wanted to avoid him. To avoid intimacy. 

Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Harry knew that their hookup that night had changed everything, from the way they talked to the way they touched to the way they texted. Louis hadn't looked at him the same way since. And Harry was beside himself. 

He started to question everything about that night. Was his body worship kink really that bad? Louis had seemed so into it in the moment. Was he just faking it?

Harry wasn't sure. But what he did know was that he craved Louis' body more than water during a drought. And it was killing him how Louis was so hesitant to get physical. 

"So," Harry said with a smile after paying the bill at the restaurant. "Wanna go back to mine? Or yours?"

Louis made a pained expression, wincing dramatically. "I wish, Haz. But I have progress reports to write. Next time I promise."

"It's Friday night though," Harry said. He reached for Louis' hand from across the table, gently tracing his thumb with his index finger. 

"I know and they're due tomorrow," Louis replied, biting his lip.

"Are they really due tomorrow?" Harry asked as he wrinkled his nose. "Lou, it's a Saturday tomorrow. Can you just tell me what's really going on?"

Louis inhaled sharply through his nose. "Nothing is going on, Harry. I promise. Let's get to the car." 

"Okay," Harry said. He grabbed his coat and began to follow Louis out of the restaurant, his long legs quickly outpacing the shorter lad's. 

When they got to Louis' car, he went to unlock the door, but Harry tugged at his arm gently. 

"Lou, can you just... Um, can you just tell me what went wrong that night," Harry said shyly. "Instead of just avoiding me. Things have been weird since... I'm sorry if I did something to upset you."

Louis' eyes flickered brightly for a moment, but his gaze quickly dropped to the floor. "Harry," he breathed. "Nothing is weird. Nothing went wrong."

"Then why can't you even look at me when you say it?" Harry pressed. He crossed his arms, leaning against the car as he awaited an answer. 

"Haz," Louis said. "You know I have a really hard time sharing my feelings... I just, can we not talk about this right now?"

"When will we talk about it then?" Harry asked. He twisted his mouth into a frown, which caused Louis purse his lips in disapproval. 

"When I finish my progress reports," Louis replied. 

"Fine," Harry said, walking over to the passenger seat. "Let's go. I'll keep you company while you write them."

It wasn't long before the two were inside Louis' office, a tiny room located between his room and Liam's room. While Louis typed away at his desk, Harry sat on the floor wrapped in a blanket as he watched Netlfix with his headphones on. 

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