Just Another Stunt

34- Bed

Since it won't let me dedicate this chapter properly, we're going to pretend okay? Okay! Soo this chapter is for @larrybreaksmyheart  because they gave me the idea and I hope I did it justice! If not, I'm sorry🥺❤️

Three days. Louis had a meeting in three days. And to say he was nervous would be an understatement. If this went as he hoped he could tell Harry everything and hopefully mend their relationship. And if it didn't then he was scared he and Harry wouldn't have a relationship to mend.

In all honestly, he couldn't see how they could say no. Everything they were trying to keep a secret, they'd already released on their own. But they may simply tell him no just in spite of him.

He was trying his best to push his thoughts about the meeting to the back of his mind, not wanting to sike himself out, but it was easier said than done.

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"Louis. The boys are here," Niall knocked on his door. He hadn't left his room but once to get a bottle of water and a bag of crisps. He was wrapped up in bed with Clifford at the bottom, watching random shows he found on Netflix.

He didn't answer Niall, just focused back on his show.

It was silent for probably five minutes before someone knocked on his door again.

"Go away Niall," Louis yelled at his closed door, throwing his empty water bottle at it.

"It's not Niall," Harry said, opening Louis' bedroom door slightly so he could stick his head inside the room.

"Can I come in?" Harry asked, noticing how sad Louis looked, laying in bed in a ball. Louis refused to look at Harry because he knew he looked awful. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red from crying, and he had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep.

Louis nodded his head silently giving Harry permission to enter the room.

Harry sat down on the edge of the bed, petting Clifford when he looked up at him.

"What's wrong Lou?" Harry asked looking over at Louis.

"Nothing," Louis sniffled before turning his back on Harry, not wanting Harry to see him cry.

Harry sighed before moving closer to Louis on the bed. "You can talk to me Lou."

"I'm scared," Louis voiced quietly before turning back to face Harry, letting a tear roll down his cheek. Harry reached over to gently rub the tear off Louis' cheek. Louis wasn't one to cry, especially in front of people. He thought it made him look weak. So seeing Louis cry only worried Harry more.

"Of what?" Harry questioned, pulling his hand from Louis' cheek.

"Can you just lay down. Please?" Louis looked at him with tearful eyes making it nearly impossible for him to say no. Harry shook his head slightly before taking off his shoes and laying down on the edge of Louis' bed. Louis moved over slightly to give Harry more room on the bed and threw the blanket he was wrapped in on top of Harry as well.

Harry settled in watching the show that was playing on Louis' flat screen, while Louis watched him.

"What's this?" Harry questioned, nodding at the television but Louis didn't answer him, to busy watching Harry.

Harry looked over at Louis when he didn't answer him, meeting Louis' eyes that had been staring at him.

Harry sighed before turning on his side to stare back at Louis.

"What's going on Lou?" Harry asked. Louis still didn't answer him. Instead, pulling his hand that had been tucked under the blanket out to bush it through Harry's hair, Harry's eyes fluttering closed at the contact. He pulled his hand from Harry's hair only to cup his cheek, brushing his thumb against the soft skin, making Harry flutter his eyes open to stare back into Louis' ocean blues. Louis moved his thumb down to trace Harry's bottom lip.