we'll live to tell the tale (l.s.)

if you're not the one for me, who is?

tw// eating disorder thoughts , mentions of calories

stay safe loves! 

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the next morning was a wake-up call back to reality. both the boys' eyes were red and puffy from the incessant crying of the night before, and harry felt like the pressure from his sinuses were truly going to crush his skull. not to mention, he realized that he'd missed his first morning class.

the younger boy woke up to empty arms and empty sheets. after finishing their movie at around midnight, they decided to squeeze into louis' bed and sleep; it was too late and harry's eyelids were too heavy for him to even consider trying to drive home. they had to squeeze close though, as louis' bed was quite small, though harry didn't mind. quite the opposite, really.

harry stumbled off of the bed (realizing he smelled like louis, and thought about never showering again), not used to how tall it was. funny, because louis was such a small boy in stature. he was still unfamiliar with the mapping of the apartment, but he managed to find light coming from the bathroom—an ugly reminder of just twelve hours before.

luckily, he found louis brushing his teeth calmly, bed hair sticking up wildly, in a way such that harry didn't even know hair could go. he thought it was beautiful. he stood there for a while, only watching the ocean boy, unaware that he'd been noticed already.

"are you just going to stand there, or are you going to say something?" louis said, after gurgling and rinsing.

this took harry out of his stupor, feeling stupid. "i... i was just thinking about how pretty you are."

the words hung tranquilly in the air for a few seconds as louis could only gaze back fondly. he, too, didn't take for granted harry's natural beauty. how a man with everything anyone could want fell in love with him, he didn't know. it was the biggest mystery of a lifetime. "don't flatter me, love. you don't know beauty until you see yourself."

"cheesy, tomlinson."

"you started it."

harry didn't even care that as minutes ticked by, he was missing more and more of his classes. he cursed himself from a year ago on a daily basis for choosing morning classes, anyway. he thought it'd be a good way to maintain a healthy schedule, but didn't factor in the addition of an irresistible blue-eyed boy in his life.

"do you have anything for breakfast?" harry asked casually, before he remembered who it was that he was talking to.

louis scratched the back of his neck, as if unsure of whether he had food in his house. things that were edible and not regurgitated and rotting on the floor, anyway. "erm, i'm not really sure. i mean, you can check? but it'll be pretty shit probably, anyway. you should still eat though, could probably grab something on your way to class."

harry snorted. "fuck class. there's no way i'm going today, and even if i wanted to, there's no way i'd make it," he gestured at the clock hanging in the hallway, "it's eleven thirty already. if i were to get ready now and drive there, i'd get there at twelve, and that's the point of staying for an hour more of classes?"

"what happened to being responsible?" louis chuckled, "you could be missing a lot of material in that hour."

"it's music history. i can get all the information from a textbook. or even the internet. besides, how many music history classes do you think i've taken in my lifetime?"

"whatever. do as you please, but like i said, i might not have much in regards of food laying around."

"i'll go grocery shopping for you. i'll even come back and make you lunch."