Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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"How'd you meet?" Liam asks as he sits on the couch. Everyone was lounging in the living room with freshly opened beers, and were eating food. Niall, and Liam were sweet to Louis as soon as they met him.

"Uhm," Harry sips his beer and Louis watches him from his curled in position, "we're childhood friends. Met him around the time mom passed, and uh— he needs a place to stay so... yeah."

Niall hums, and motions to Louis. "How old are you, mate?"

"I'm—" Louis stops, and frowns. How old is he?

"26." Harry answers for him. "Two years older than me."

"I am?" Louis raises an eyebrow, and Harry nods. Liam, and Niall don't notice how much the two are winging things.

"Have you met Kala?" Liam asks, and Louis looks at him. He nods, and Liam chuckles. "Do you like her?"

"Liam, please don't start." He rubs his forehead, but Louis answers.

"It's not right to dislike anyone." Louis says diplomatically, and the guys cock their heads at his answer. "She isn't that nice, though. Actually, she isn't nice at all."

"That's enough, Lou." Harry whispers, and pats his knee. Louis looks at him, and nods. "What movie are we watching?"

They chose a comedy, and drink. Laughter fills the home for multiple hours, and Louis is extremely happy to see Harry relaxed. It's clear that Niall, and Liam are really good to him, and he needs to have them over more so he can forget his troubles.

Louis likes Niall, and Liam as well. They're easy going, nice, and don't seem to have the same anger Kala carries. Louis' happy to know Harry has someone other than him to make him laugh, and smile.

Soon enough, the group of four is drunk. Niall's doing YouTube karaoke, Liam's dancing to it, Harry's recording, and Louis is curled up on Harry's lap like a kitten. Harry doesn't mind, though, and just holds Louis with one arm. Louis' cheeks are dusted a rose color, his hair is flat and sticking to his face, and his eyes are hooded. His head is laying in the crook of Harry's neck, and both are ignoring how intimate their position is.

"Lou!" Liam slurs, and nudges his shoulder. "Are you gay? I have a friend named Zayn who's into guys if you are. You two would be amazing together."

"Gay," Louis blinks, "I don't like men."

Harry looks at him with blown out eyes, and Louis feels his heart race. Harry was so pretty. Louis licks his lips, and huffs. "I like Harry."

"Uh— Louis, mate, Harry's a guy." Niall says dumbly. Louis just shakes his head, and Harry puts his phone down in shock. It's still recording.

"Don't like guys. I like Harreh." Louis slurs, and Harry pushes the doll's hair from his face. "I'm not gay. I'm— I'm, uh..."

"Homosexual." Niall stumbles on to the couch.

"Yeah." Louis giggles. "Harrysexual."

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Harry blinks when there's knocking on the door, and stretches. He grunts when he feels a body full of dead weight on top of him, and looks down to see Louis. He chuckles, and shakes his head because of course it's Louis.

He looks around, and sees everything cleaned up. Niall, and Liam are no where to be found so Harry assumes they got up early, and left.

Harry lays back down, and closes his eyes, hearing the light snores drift from Louis' mouth. He hears the same knock again, but ignores it. It can't be too important so he relaxes into his position, and thinks about last night.

Niall singing, Liam dancing, comedic movie, Harry recording, Louis—

Harry gasps, and sits up. Louis rolls off of him, and onto the floor. The doll groans, and rubs multiple parts of his body. "Ouch!"

Harry ignores him. Harrysexual. Harry fucking sexual.

Harry looks at Louis, and instinct takes over. He reaches for the doll's face, and makes Louis looks at him. "What'd you say last night?"

"Huh— ow!" Louis whines, and slaps his hand away. "Why'd you do that!? That hurt!"

Harry's shoulders sag, and he feels guilt. "Sorry, Louis. I'm sorry. I was just... excited."

"About what?" Louis rubs his cheeks, and Harry swallows.

"Do you remember last night?" Louis shakes his head, and Harry falls back on the couch with a whine. Louis brings himself to his knees, and places his hands on Harry's chest.

"What happened? I think I became good friends with Liam, and Niall."

Harry smiles softly. Maybe he misheard Louis last night. "You did. They like you."

Louis smiles, and sits on his tush. Harry groans when there's another knock, and gets up. Louis just watches from his spot on the floor, and leans against the couch.

"If it's Kala, I swear—" Harry stops when he opens the door, and Gemma is standing there with tears falling down her face. "Gems?"

"Harry," she hugs him tightly and he hugs back in confusion, "I did it."

"Did what?" Harry asks and closes the door behind her. Gemma just cries, and he helps her to the couch. He tells Louis to grab a glass of water, and the doll listens. "Breathe, sis. Deep breaths."

"I sold the house." Gemma manages to get out, and Harry tenses. "I sold the house, and it hurts. I thought letting go would help me move on, but— Harry, I feel so bad."

Harry doesn't answer. He just swallows hard, and Louis comes back with the glass. Harry takes a few sips himself before giving it to Gemma. The house is gone, this is it.

"I told you not to do it." Harry mumbles, and Gemma watches him with mascara streaks on her cheeks. Her eye lashes are clumped, and her nose is red. "I told you to keep it, but you never listen to me."

"I thought—"

"That's your problem. You think you know what's best, what makes sense, but let me explain something to you." Harry clenches his fists. "Feelings aren't logical, Gemma. Grief doesn't disappear when you get rid of their things. Now, you sell everything after I beg you not to, and come to me when your tears didn't stop?"

"Harry, that's not—"

"That's exactly what this is. You want pity for something you did to yourself." Harry shakes his head, and stands. "Well, you aren't getting it from me."