Innocence(l.s)✔

Chapter 16

You guys, this is my first time writing about a gay relationship, and from my experience so far, lemme just say that they're are simply too many he's and hims 😂

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*TIME  SKIP*

Louis hadn't expected to be left all alone on yet another weekend. Jay had work to be done and won't be back until almost midnight, Liam Niall and Zayn all had their own family gatherings to attend and Harry well...god knows.

He'd called him in the afternoon and they'd talked for a while too but then he'd suddenly cut off saying that he'll call back later. He knew something was wrong the moment he heard the worry in his voice and tried calling back hours later, but his phone was switched off.

Trying not to panic he texted him if everything was all right, letting out a sigh of relief when he replied back saying everything's good. But he still didn't call.

The rest of the afternoon was a blur, switching through channels on the telly and helping himself to some cheese crackers in the kitchen cabinet, drifting in and out of sleep on the couch.

Louis  was woken up by the ring of the doorbell and scuffles against the door. He got off the couch groggily, the clock on the wall showing 9.

He opened the door a crack, rubbing his sleepy eyes in an attempt to keep them open. "W-who's there?"

"Louisss.." Louis' eyes widened as he heard him hiccup chuckling, he'd recognize that voice anywhere. He pushed the door wide open and started in shock at Harry, slumped against the door way, drunk and a mess. His shirt was wrinkled and torn at the side, curls messed up, green eyes glazed as he stared back at him with a lopsided grin on his face.

"Harry, your drunk..." Louis stated the obvious still stunned. "H-how did you get here?"

"I d-drove." Harry chuckled pointing wildly behind to his car parked sideways by the lane.

"H-Harry that's dangerous! You could have crashed!" Louis whispered trying to get some sense into him. "How did you even-?" he gave up, staring helplessly at him, not knowing what to do.

"Wanted to s-see youu."  Harry said softly stumbling on his feet as he tried to pull himself together. Louis grabbed at his arm immediately as he almost toppled over, struggling to not fall himself. "'m not d-drunk"

"Harry, I-I can't pull you- can you please try-?" he said desperately, tugging as his shirt slightly. He was grateful has he did have some sense, and tried getting in himself. They managed to reach inside the hallway and Louis shut the front door, breathing heavily from the effort.

"W-why did you w-want to t-talk to me?" Louis gasped between his breaths, looking at Harry who was leaning against the wall beside him, eyes unfocused. He turned to him and brought his hand to his cheek caressing it, taking Louis by surprise. 

"My sunshine..." Harry said in an under tone, gazing lovingly into his eyes that made Louis' heart melt. "So pretty.."

"How much did you drink?" Louis asked holding in his giggles, blushing at his comment. 

Harry either didn't hear him or ignored the question, pulling him closer to his chest with ease. Louis wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol, missing his sweet green apple scent. He kept mumbling stuff eyes focusing on his, placing his hands on his waist, smiling for no reason.

"You reek of alcohol..." Louis murmured, trying to comb his curls into place with his hand. "Why did you drink so much?"

"W-wanted to forget..I can only sleep when I'm drunkkk..." Harry said in a hushed tone, grip on his waist tightening. "Oh baby, love you so much." Louis glanced at him in quiet shock; they'd never said 'love you's to each other till now, but did he really mean it?