Care for me (L. S.)

11

Saturday the 19th of September | Harry

Sunlight hit his open window, making his room glow in a golden light.

A subtle breeze made his posters flap playfully against his walls.

The pride flag in the corner fluttered gracefully, setting a clear tone for this room.

The boy in the bed groaned when opening his eyes.

"Mmff the light..." His voice was hoarse, his throat dry and he had a severe headache.

He closed the blinds and threw himself back on his bed.

He really wanted to lay on his belly, but he was so nauseous that spreading himself out on his back was the only way to go.

Staring at the ceiling, he vaguely remembered the party. The dancing, the music, his outfit, the pool, Louis...

Louis!

It was strange how something that happened only hours ago, felt so unreal and far away. It seemed like ages ago, but at the same time he felt like a fragment of his imagination.

Out of nowhere, he realized he has only known Louis for three weeks and talked to him about five times.

That seemed unreal. Closing his eyes again, he tried to remember what it was like not to see Louis walking through the hallway of school. And he just knew he couldn't.

His mother knocked on his door.

"Is it safe to come in?"

"Do you mean if I'm dressed or not?"

"That too, yes."

The giggle that left his mouth was an immediate regret, when an ache went through his scalp.

She peeked her head through the door.

"How did you know if I was up yet?"

Anne smiled at her son and put a black coffee and a glass of water on his night stand.

"Harry, it's two in the afternoon."

He almost choked on his coffee: he always got up around ten in the weekends.

"There's someone here to see you," she said mysteriously.

Harry's heart fluttered. It couldn't be...

"Who is it?"

Before she could answer, a loud blond boy stormed in.

"Mornin', H." His thick Irish accent contrasted nicely with his innocent appearance.

"Hi Nialler."

His mother gave him a painkiller and a kiss on his hair and left the two boys in private.

Niall gave him a wide smile.

"How's that hangover working for ya?"

Harry showed him a particular finger.

The blond boy cackled.

In the middle of swallowing the painkiller with a large gulp of water, a realization filled his head.

"Niall, why are you here?"

"Whatya mean? Can't I visit my best mate unannounced?" He inspected the pencil sharpener in the shape of a mini death star on his desk.

"No– I mean yes!" he struggled. He wasn't awake enough to say sensible things. "What I meant was; what did I do? I embarrassed myself again, didn't I?" He felt an uncomfortable feeling rise in his gut.