Beautiful Silent Boy [L.S]

Chances Are...

(A/N): Hopefully I can finish this on time and upload it while I'm here, but I'm typing this up while I'm at school. So, I lost pretty much, well actually no, I did in fact lose everything on my computer because I got hacked. It was literally the saddest event for me. There are a lot of inconsistencies at home, and that just added to my list of bullshit to deal with honestly. So, with that, I lost all prewritten chapters that I did not back up on my google drive, and I lost all my videos from my old performances and pictures from my old home town. I'm slightly reeling still from the whole event. But, I'm going to disregard how crappy I feel, and upload a light chapter. Enjoy.

(LOUIS POV)

"Harry wake up," I groaned.

"Five more minutes," he said, his raspy voice muffled by the sheets.

"No, get up now," I whined, "You're crushing the literal hell out of me and I can't breathe. You're like a 1000 degrees right now and you're burning me alive," I cried, stretching my arms and trying to crawl out from underneath from him.

He curled his arms under me and pulled me impossibly tight into him, still being careful not to grab my ribs.

"Kitty soft," he mumbled into the crook of my neck.

"Kitty about to scratch you alive, HARREH!" I yelled.

"No use in fighting it, I'm not letting you go."

I stopped squirming against him and fell limply in his arms.

"You suck," I seethed.

"Only on the weekends," he laughed.

He ran his hands through my hair and slowly released me.

"Ah, the jaws of life, they release me!" I quickly rolled away from him and settled onto my stomach.

"Such a drama queen," he huffed, brushing his curls away from his face and looking at me through partially hooded eyes.

I stared at him for a moment, taking in his figure and I swallowed. His eyes were a few shades darker than usual and contrasted greatly against his porcelain white skin. His lips were a beautiful rose colour, and as if to read my mind, he bit down on the bottom lip and yawned.

"Are you done staring me down," he said, "Or are you going to ravish me with something other than your gaze," he gave me a suggestive look.

I felt myself flush under his gaze and mumbled a sorry while ruffling the sheets with my fingers.

"Don't be sorry."

"I just, gaah," I huffed, and fell back down into the mattress.

"I forget how beautiful you are sometimes and it drives me crazy. Everything about you is like a drug to me. It's all toxic, but in the best ways. I literally crave you every second of every day and it's pathetic how dependent I am on you, and the way you say my name and the way you add milk to my tea and a drop of honey because you know I like sweet things... And then how you usually lay something out for me in the morning because I forget and then you always grab my books for me at school and cook for me, and just, how did this happen?" I rambled.

"I mean, think about it, I feel like I cannot even breathe without you here. It's like you're my life support. I didn't even care about life until I met you. Now I'm impossibly careful and I look forward to doing the most insane things with you, like jumping off bridges, pushing you around in carts, and maybe doing something kind of not appropriate in public spaces..." I added the last bit quietly.

His smile had grown impossibly wide as I continued on, and he crept closer and closer to me until our faces were just inches from each other.

"And this, this right here. Waking up next to you with your gay sauna self burning me and with your breath against my neck when you're asleep and how you whisper sometimes in your sleep and it makes me feel safe. Inches away all the time, and it's enough to drive me bat shit insane sometimes," I said.