Larry fics

Red and Blue don't always make Purple

Red and Blue don't always make Purple

 

Summary:

Harry has to leave London for a business trip, leaving a very antsy Louis at home to be watched by Niall. Basically Louis runs out and bad things happen and Harry and Louis heal together.

Work Text:

Soul Bonding really was an amazing thing. Harry and Louis' bond was stronger than ever, three years after the deed was done. They could sense and feel what the other was feeling; sometimes Louis hated that Harry could sense what he was feeling, other times, although he'd never admit it, he was incredibly grateful for it.

XX

One night, in late July, Harry was in Cheshire. Regretfully, he had to leave his omega behind, back at their shared flat in London.

"No going out while I'm three hours and nineteen minutes away from you." Harry had said on the day he left. "I won't be able to protect you." He'd added when Louis gave him that sassy look he loved. "Niall's coming over in a bit to keep you company so you won't be here alone." He'd said before he rushed out the door with a thousand 'I love you's' and a bone crushing good bye kiss.

"Hey," Louis had answered the door glumly when Niall got there just a few minutes after Harry had departed.

"Don't be sad, he'll be back by the time you wake up tomorrow." Niall said as he entered their home.

"I know." Louis frowned. "It's not entirely that."

"What is it then?" He asked, making himself at home, laying across the couch. Sighing in defeat, Louis sat criss cross on their huge recliner next to the couch.

"I don't know...it's just...I'm 22 years old, I don't need a babysitter."

"Lou-" Niall had started, but Louis was quick to jump in.

"Not that you're not my favorite beta in the whole world but-"

"I'm just here to keep you company, Lou, I promise. Harry doesn't want you to get lonely."

Louis hmfed and decided to let it go. Like I couldn't just go to a friend's house myself if I got lonely, Louis thought to himself. They all knew what this was. Even still, Louis knew that Harry loved him and was trying his best, so Louis dealt with it.

After a few hours of movies and countless rounds of FIFA, Louis was getting restless.

"Niall," He complained, "Let's go out, I'm bored."

"Uh, nah, we better not." Niall said, turning back to the telly.

"C'mon, we could go get a pint, have a guys night, or you could invite Katherine and all three of us could go drinking-"

"We really shouldn't mate," He stammered, trying to rack his brain for ideas to keep Louis entertained and safe in his house.

"You've never turned down a drink before, don't start now. C'mon Niall." Louis pushed, getting more antsy as the seconds ticked by.

"I'm sure there's something here we could drink." He offered.

"Yeah but I want to go out."

"We can't go out, Louis. Harry specifically said-"

"Fine!" Louis snapped. "If I can't go out and have a few measley drinks, then I'm just going to get shitfaced here." He stomped off to the kitchen, pulling out the vodka, uncapping it instantly.