Undone, Undress (Larry Stylinson)

seventy-eight

Five days later, Harry has officially moved out.

They spent the past few days boxing his belongings and carting them off to his new apartment, which is admittedly very nice. It's a loft apartment, which is essentially just one big room with an upper loft as the bedroom, and one small bathroom. Given the location, it was a bit pricey, but Harry's rich parents are the ones paying for it.

When Harry was packing up his art supplies, he let Louis help him. This means Louis got to see a lot of Harry's art for the first time.

By the time he entered Harry's bedroom, almost everything was packed up aside from a few piles of miscellaneous items, and a stack of canvases in the corner.

"I need to show you something," Harry had announced, crossing the room to the canvases. He flipped them over to show him. And when Louis looked, he saw... himself.

"Harry... what's this?" he had breathed, staring in awe. He knew what it was. Harry had painted him and drawn him a million times over. At least, that's what it felt like.

At the end of the day, he walked back to his own bedroom with his arms full of art pieces that featured himself. At least twenty different representations of Louis Tomlinson, painted and drawn in beautiful light, all made by Harry. Apparently he had been wasting his time making art of Louis, and that's why he always struggled to turn in his real assignments on time.

Louis' heart felt so full, it could burst.

Now he's sitting in his painfully empty apartment, no Harry in sight, and his heart feels just that. Empty.

He has an empty bedroom now. He should probably rent it out to someone who needs it. But he only wants Harry. He doesn't want anyone else to fill the goddamn room. Doesn't that just suck?

Only three hours after he dropped Harry off at his new place and helped him unload the last of his belongings, his phone lights up with a text.

miss u :(

He stares at it for a while, long enough for another to pop up.

come over??

And then,

bring snacks <3 <3 <3

So he ends up at Harry's new apartment for the second time that day, this time dressed down in what are essentially his pajamas, holding a bag of food and candy from the drugstore he stopped at on his walk over. Harry opens the door with enthusiasm and attacks him in a warm hug.

"I missed you so much," he whines, dragging Louis inside.

"It's only been a few hours," he laughs, but yeah, he gets it. He feels the same way.

"I know, but we're always around each other. It's weird being away."

Louis follows him to the kitchen corner of his apartment, which is separated from the rest of the room by an artsy screen. The whole place smells of brownies and when he sees the kitchen counter he understands why.

"I bake when I'm sad," Harry explains, shoving a platter of brownies into Louis' hands. There are also three batches of cookies cooling on a rack by the stove.

"Don't be sad," Louis soothes, giving Harry a side hug for good measure. "I'm right here."

"I know. Thank you. You're lovely."

They end up climbing up the ladder to get to the loft, passing the food up precariously. There isn't much space, the ceiling is low, and Louis is sad to see Harry is still sleeping on just a mattress on the floor. It's a cute space despite it all, covered in pillows and fuzzy blankets, illuminated by fairy lights hanging from the walls.

Louis situates their snacks while Harry sets up a movie on his laptop. They curl up in the mess of blankets and spend the night gorging themselves with sweets until they fall asleep.

Louis doesn't mean to spend the night, but shit happens.