It's 6:30 PM that same Saturday when Louis finds himself standing in the baby aisle of the nearest CVS.
He doesn't know how he got into this exact situation, really. He supposes it has to do with the fact that he has been needing to go to the store to pick up various necessities and it's about time he acts like an adult and goes out and does what he needs to do.
So he has a basket containing a bottle of painkillers, a bag of flour, and many boxes of Kraft macaroni and cheese, among other items from the grocery list he and Harry keep on the refrigerator. The handle is balanced in the crook of his elbow as the basket hangs by his hip. He's stranded in the baby aisle and contemplating something crazy.
He had been heading for the checkout, just passing through, when a very specific something caught his eye. Walking past it at first and then turning around and backtracking, Louis finds himself staring at the multiple shelves of assorted stuffed animals. His eyes are on the one in the center—the incredibly soft-looking bunny rabbit with floppy ears and silky pink fur.
And he's-
He's thinking about Harry.
The way he curls up when he's afraid, always clinging to something in his arms, perhaps a pillow or the edge of the blanket. He's thinking about the nightmares, and about the comfort of holding something, of having a softness in your arms. He's thinking about all the times he has wanted so desperately, so badly, to just engulf Harry in his arms and hold him close, to comfort him yes, but also as a form of comfort for himself. So he finds himself standing in front of a shelf full of stuffed animals, wondering if he has gone crazy, because he's seriously considering buying a fluffy pink bunny for his traumatized roommate.
He knows he has really lost it when he finds himself, a little while later, paying twenty dollars for a goddamn stuffed rabbit.
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