WOW it's been a long time. This not the last chapter. There’s still a couple more, they'll be lighthearted and fluffy and probably smutty in the end.
Sorry for the wait.
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Louis sat on the floor in front of the door waiting to hear Harry moving on the other side. An hour passed and then two. Louis was desperate. He was barely keeping himself together as the same song played on repeat and every single time the same phrase flowed through the door his body shook with the effort to hold back tears. He placed his head in his hands and tried to think of something he could do when he remembered that they had a spare key.
He jumped up and searched around for a fake looking figurine before he remembered that Harry always kept it simple. He lifted up the rug in front of the door to see the shiny key sitting on the floor. He shook his head at the stupidity, but remembered that it was Louis’ idea to get the keypad at their old flat, not Harry’s, so it would explain why he was so reckless with his new space.
He fumbled with the door a little bit, it wasn’t complicated, just inserting a key into a lock, but his nerves were making his hands tremble and he was slowly forgetting how to breathe. Finally, he unlocked the door and stumbled into the room, music surrounding him instantly. He smiled because even though their relationship had changed, Harry hadn’t.
Harry was strewn over the couch, arms tucked into his sides and his mouth hanging open. Louis felt his heart swell at the sight of his best mate looking so peaceful. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Harry look like Harry for a long time now. He missed the dimples that showed so prominently when the curly haired boy smiled and the way his laughter floated through the air and embraced Louis. He grabbed the remote and paused the music, taking in the space that Harry has made without him.
Louis kicked off his shoes and kneeled in front of the couch, raking his eyes over Harry’s body, thinking about what he should be doing. He chided himself for not practicing what he should say while sitting outside being a waste of space. He threw caution to the wind and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss to Harry’s cheek. Louis grinned as Harry cooed and turned over to face him. He moved quickly to pick the bigger lad up, hoping that he was carrying him in the direction of his bed.
He slowly made his way down the hall glancing into bedroom until he saw a huge bedroom and Harry’s shoes lined up against the wall. Louis walked into the room and placed Harry down on the bed before pulling off his clothes and tucking him in under the sheets. He stared down at Harry before taking off his own clothes and climbing into bed beside him and pulling the younger lad into his arms. He stilled as Harry snuggled into him and whispered, “I love you, Boo.” He looked over quickly to find Harry’s eyes still closed and his breaths still even. Then, he let a tear fall because Harry was still thinking about him, even though he should hate every part of him.
“I love you too,” he whispered back, tugging Harry closer and drifting off into his own dreams.
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ALRIGHT. AUTHORS NOTE PARTIALLY THROUGH THE STORY. WARNING I AM SWITCHING TENSES BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY THE ABOVE WORDS READ VERY AWKWARDLY AS IVE APPARENTLY FORGOTTEN HOW TO WRITE IN THIS STYLE AND OR HOW TO ENJOY WRITING IN THIS STYLE. I APOLOGIZE IF I PISS ANYONE OFF.
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Harry wakes up and feels more comfortable than he really should. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times before he jumps out of bed, terrified. He doesn’t know if this is a really bad dream or a really bad dream, but Louis should not be in his bed, he should not be in his bed. He tries to calm his breathing as a groggy Louis tries to wake up and figure out what just happened. When Louis wipes his eyes and sits up he finds himself staring at an openly horrified Harry. He moves to get closer, but Harry just moves back until he’s flush against the wall, so he stays put.
