hold all our secrets

2

A few hours go by - Harry woke up in a daze, confused why his face is planted in a wet pillow. It is dark and the room is lit slightly by the moon behind the clouds. He heard sobs echoing from his and Louis' living room underneath him. He rubs his eyes and yawns with furrowed brows. He makes small movements trying to be quiet, nothing but the rain and Louis' crying can be heard.

He made his way down the open staircase, with sleepy eyes he peered and saw Louis curled up with his head in his lap. He hated seeing him so upset, he knew this wouldn't be the last time he would be like this.
"Louie baby.." he spoke quiet enough so he wouldn't make him jump like earlier on. All Louis could let out was a whimper and began to sob loudly. Harry tutted and cooed as he wrapped his arms around him. He knew he just needed to show him that he loved him. Louis is insecure in himself.

"I'll look after you baby" flooded Louis' ears as he was picked up and Harry sat with him straddling his lap. His hands rubbing small circles on his dainty hips. Louis covered his face and wiped his snotty nose quickly with his sleeve. To which harry pulled his hands away.

"I want you to look at me" he spoke again. Louis refused but Harry took his hands into his own. Them being wet from Louis' face and nose. He liked how big his hands were compared to Louis'.

Louis' eyes matched Harry's as more tears fall. Harry placed one hand on his back to support him while he leaned to get a tissue from their coffee table. He smiled sadly as he wiped his eyes and his red nose. Louis is never this quiet and never this submissive. He may be small but he has a big attitude naturally.

"Have you been reading those articles again, Love?" Harry asked concerned. Louis' head dropped to where he could see his tears dampened Harrys white shirt, exposing his abs and butterfly tattoo.
"Yes.", there was a pause.
"I'm just worried that you're going to get into trouble Harry. Stevie said you're in London and you sent her a note." Harry smiled at the thought, because she's only telling the truth. He shook his head and slid his hands underneath Louis' snotty shirt and rubbed his sides gently enough not to tickle him.

"Trust her to say that. Louis it's not my fault people are telling the truth you need to stop worrying. I'm not going out and telling people am I? Or waltzing around London? I'm in my home with my love of my life. You." He lifted him slightly and got up, leaving Louis on the sofa.
"Stop this, I am okay and you are okay. I'm going to make you a tea and go and get into something more comfortable you've been in those jeans all day and you have snotty sleeves." Harry instructed him.

Louis just nodded and left to go upstairs. Harry walked to the kitchen and popped the kettle on. He leaned his hands against the marble counter while tilting his head forward. He needs to treat Louis how Louis treats him on his bad days, he wants him to be happy and know that he can be vulnerable with Harry which he did for a couple of years but it began to fade. He thinks back to when they were put in the band. All they could do was jump into each other's arms and they knew it would be fate.

He finishes making the tea, taking it to the living room where Louis is sat in Harry's lilac sweater. Making Harry stop in his tracks. It was even oversized for Harry so it swallowed Louis up. He looked so small and fragile his small, chunky legs were exposed with his white ankle socks and white boxers to match. Harry's face flushes as he realised he was staring too long.

He put down the tea and sat, patting his lap for Louis to sit in. Louis did so as well as grabbing his tea, smiling slightly at Harry. All he could do was marvel at Louis as he rolled his sleeves up exposing his tattoos and his milky legs lying horizontally over his.
"Harry." Louis says making his eyes flicker up not realising how close his face was to his. He hummed in response. Cautiously placing his hand onto Louis thigh.
"I.. umm.. I know I've been a dickhead today but I've just felt like this is what I need you know? It's made me feel better, being looked after. I hope you don't mind." He spoke before blowing his tea. Harry watched as he closed his eyes and pursed his lips.