i sleep naked ➸ larry stylinson

forty eight

harry's favourite time was evening. he loved taking long hot showers and putting on pajama pants that he would end up taking off when he finally snuggled under his blankets. he loved looking out the window and seeing darkness except for the moon or a few scattered street lamps. and here he was, sitting on a soft blue chair that louis had placed right next to the window overlooking the back of the flat. there was a parking lot and past that a few grocery stores and restaurants. they all had lights glowing from their signs, causing the sky to glow as well. harry watched as families and friends wandered in and out of swinging doors, sometimes holding hands or giving sideways hugs. he could see many clouds in the dark sky, signaling that it might rain later than night. harry was already growing use to the smell of louis' flat. 

louis was in the shower. harry had already taken one, and now he was sitting criss cross on the blue chair and sending responses to zayn and niall. he was supposed to go to niall's house later that night. obviously, that wasn't an option now that he was in doncaster, drinking his third cup of tea and searching for some sign that he was sleepy. but with every sip he took, he just felt more awake. his lips were moist but a bit swollen, as him and louis had kissed on the couch for almost an hour.

he could still feel louis' burning skin on his, and the thought brought a blush to his cheeks. just as harry got up to get himself another cup of tea, louis claimed he needed a shower. harry had walked into the kitchen, trying not to think too hard about the beer bottles that littered the kitchen counter. instead, he refilled his cup with hot water and stuck another tea bag in the water. he watched it float, tinting the water a light brown colour, and the steam rose and caused water droplets to form on his nose. the smell of yorkshire tea would never fail to remind him of louis.

and now, here he was, staring out the window and letting the quiet sound of the shower running soothe his senses. the blue chair was incredibly plush, of course it was. everything associated with louis was soft. even liam was soft. so was the blanket louis had wrapped gently around harry's shoulders before he disappeared into his bedroom. it was a bit chilly. harry didn't mind, though, because whenever louis touched him with his warm hands he felt it that much more. 

honestly, harry was surprised he was being so calm. there was so much that he needed to think about, but like louis said, he didn't feel it at the moment. he didn't know what louis and him were anymore; were they friends, were they boyfriends again? he was trying to remember why he made louis leave in the first place. it was something louis had said to him that was mean, but was it really that important that he had to ignore him for four months? 

harry frowned, heaving a deep sigh and wiping away a tear that was falling down his cheek. he didn't even know he was crying. he stared into his cup of tea, barely making out his reflection, and the surface rippled when a tear splashed onto it.

harry blinked rapidly, hoping this ache in his heart would go away with time. he placed his hand on his chest, feeling the faint beating rhythm against his fingertips. his thin white shirt wrinkled up when he touched it. he remembered putting it on this morning, and zayn had rolled up the sleeves for him. the bottom of the shirt reached his thighs; he didn't realise it was so long.

harry watched as another car pulled into the parking lot, shining it's headlights and causing shadows to run across the walls around harry. the only light on was a lamp next to the couch, causing the small room to feel cozy and warm. the carpet was white and surprisingly not stained. louis must've gotten better at picking up after himself. harry remembered when there was clothes all over his floor and his bed was always unmade. he wondered if louis' bed was made now.

louis' laptop was sitting on the coffee table, along with an open book and what looked to be a journal. harry had a tiny urge to open it, but he quickly shooed that thought away and took another slow sip of his tea. it wasn't as hot anymore, which he liked. there was a small television hanging on the wall, with a desk under it with stacked movies on top of it. an empty can of red bull also sat on that desk, accompanied by a half-empty bag of doritos.