They say opposites attract.

Chapter 20

Harry's eyes fluttered open. He wasn't confused when he took in his surroundings, he couldn't forget what happened yesterday even if he wanted to. Harry didn't understand why he always fell into Louis' trap. He didn't want to get into bed with Louis but he couldn't say no to Louis. There was just something about Louis when he was being sincere, Harry just kept picturing the old Louis. When Louis is in one of his soft states, Harry completely forgets the bad he's done, he silently forgives him for everything. It's something he does subconsciously. If Harry was at home, Louis not around, he would never imagine himself agreeing to stay over without much of a fight.

He sighed, looking down at the boy in his arms. In his sleep he was too soft. Fringe falling upon his face, breathing softly. They were no longer in the position they slept in. Like old times, Louis was in Harry's arms, Harry being the bigger spoon. Louis' head just under Harry's chin. Harry's arms were around Louis, holding him in place. But there was something different this time, Louis' hands held Harry's. Their fingers not entwined but just holding each other. Harry knew this wasn't normal. But for them- well in the past at least- it was normal.

Harry would usually slip out of bed at this point and leave Louis something to ease the killer hangover he would awake with but this time, he just didn't move. He was too lazy to. If Louis was going to be annoying when he awakes then so be it, he didn't care.

Harry let his eyes flutter closed once more, sleep embracing him again.

The next Harry awoke, Louis was no longer in his arms, the bed now feeling cold. He got up, stretching his arms and yawning loudly. He got up and headed downstairs. He could hear shuffling sounds in the kitchen so he headed in, ready to face a mad Louis.

"Morning." Harry greeted, rubbing his eyes. He knew that wasn't appropriate since Louis was about to blow any minute now but, he didn't care.

Louis turned around, surprised by Harry's arrival. "Morning. I made breakfast." Louis greeted, turning around and grabbing two plates he had prepared. Eggs, bacon and bread on the plate. With tea prepared on the side.

What.

"Oh." Harry replied, shocked that Louis made him breakfast. Louis never used to know how to make anything. Always making jokes about how he'd probably burn down the kitchen if he tried anyway. "T-thank you." Harry replied, sitting down at the table. Louis gave him a friendly smile and set down their plates.

Harry looked down at the plate, still shocked. Louis placed the tea in front of him as well and then took a seat next to Harry, digging in. "How's your head feeling?" Harry decided to ask, starting to eat from his plate.

"Not too bad, I took some advil earlier so I'm feeling better." Louis replied calmly. Harry nodded his head, still weary. He was not used to them being normal around each other so he didn't know how to act.

"Did you sleep well?" Louis asked into the silence.

"Yeah, I did. And you?" Harry questioned. He realised how awkward he sounded. This whole conversation was awkward, he wanted it to end.

"Yeah, really well actually." Louis replied, continuing to dig into his food. Harry didn't know what to say next. So he just ate. The sound of their chewing filling the silence. "Hey, look, I wanted to thank you for staying over last night. My fam are away and it can get kinda lonely y'know." He nervously laughed. Harry then felt bad, he felt bad for being so rude about it. Maybe Louis actually did have a heart.

"It's no problem." Harry reassured. "I could stay over today if you want?" Harry didn't know why he said that- he just blurted it. He didn't even want to stay, he wanted to be at home, wrapped up in his sheets like a burrito. Louis looked up at him, eyebrows raised slightly, taken aback by Harry's offer. Harry wasn't surprised at this reaction- even Harry was shocked.