Smoke || larry

10

Harry opens his eyes and he recognizes Liam's room right away. His eyes scan over Liam's pale yellow walls and the boxing medals that hang from his shelf. His eyes slowly move until they land on the person sitting at his desk. He jumps in shock because it's not Liam, but then he notices it's just Louis.

"God you scared me," Harry mumbles out, his voice raspy and thick. He clears his throat and awkwardly sits up.

"Yeah I could say the same," Louis tells him. They both just look at each other and Harry has an urge to reach out and touch him.

"Why're you here?" He asks curiously. Louis licks his pink lips and his hair looks like he ran his fingers through it too many times.

"I called you earlier and Liam told me what happened. He said you wouldn't mind seeing me so I came right away," Louis tells him with a small shrug. Harry has to look away to hide his ever growing blush because Louis came to see him.

"Thanks. That's really nice," Harry tells him and he can hear Louis move and then the boys kneeling in front of him, his fingers under his chin.

"You don't have to thank me. If you ever want me just call, okay?" Louis tells him and Harry nods. He's playing with his fingers and his eyes can't meet Louis'. He can feel the older boy watching him closely, like he's afraid he'll break at any moment.

"In case you're wondering, Liam's downstairs ordering Thai food. His mom told him you'd be hungry," Louis tells him softly and Harry smiles a very tiny smile.

"Yeah I'm starving," he admits and Louis chuckles.

"Me too. Do you need anything? Water maybe?" he suggests and Harry shakes his head. He finally meets Louis' eyes and they're always so blue and it always surprises Harry how pretty they are.

"I need a hug," Harry whispers and Louis all but jumps on him to hug him. Harry lets himself be wrapped up in Louis' arms, his face hidden in Louis' warm chest. He smells of smoke and cinnamon as usual and Harry finds the smell strangely comforting. He hugs the boy back and closes his eyes, letting the warmth fill him.

"So what did Liam say exactly?" Harry asks still in Louis' arms. Louis' just playing with his curly hair and quietly humming.

"He said you went to the cemetery to put flowers on your sisters grave," Louis explains softly and Harry tries to move closer, hoping Louis can just absorb him.

"So now you know my sisters dead..." Harry says sadly. He always liked that Louis treated him like a normal person. There was never any pitiful looks and sympathetic eyes. Louis never saw him as weak and now he probably does.

"I've always known. I went to school with her, Harry. I was at the funeral," Louis tells him. Harry pulls away so he can see Louis' sad face and he gives him a confused one in return.

"You knew? But you never acted like you knew," Harry says in confusion. Louis just gives him a sad smile and brushes the hair off his face.

"Of course I knew. I just didn't want you to think I'd only talk to you out of pity," Louis explains softly.

"Why do you talk to me then?" Harry asks and Louis just shakes his head and kisses his forehead.

"Because I think you're cute and you make me laugh. You make me happy," Louis tells him.

"How? I'm just a broken mess" Harry states.

"Everyone's broken, Harry. You just need to find someone whose broken pieces match up with yours. I think ours match," Louis tells him. He's holding the younger boy so close, but he's being ever so gentle.