You saved me from myself

Chapter Thirteen

Okay, wow, I have been gone for a long time. I really am sorry for leaving this for like four months, but as some of you might know I've been having a bit of health problems these last few months and that's why I haven't updated. I am slowly getting better though, and slowly getting back on here because I really do love writing this. I apologize again, but I hope you'll enjoy this chapter, I'd love to hear what you think!

Lots of love, take care and stay safe xx

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"Knock, Knock!"

Louis groaned, pressing his face firmer to his mattress. "Who's there?" He called.

"Harry," came the voice on the other side of the door.

"Well fuck off then, Harry." Louis called back, not in the mood to deal with that situation right now, the talk that they inevitably had to have.

"No," the door swung open, revealing Harry with a pout on his face. "You're supposed to say 'Harry who?' so that I can say Haribo." He held a golden bag of Haribo gummybears for Louis to see. "Want some?"

Louis could not help the grin taking over his face, he just could not with this man.

"You are such a cheeseball, Jesus." He snorted, sitting up with his legs criss-crossed and faced him. "So now when you've so rudely disturbed me, what's up?"

Harry took that as a green light that Louis would not shout at him, so he entered the room fully, closing the door and leaned against it, popping a gummy bear into his mouth. He stretched the bag out towards as an offering, and shrugged when the boy declined.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked.

"Mad?" Louis scrunched his brow. "Why would I be mad?"

"I made you break the rules, and got you in trouble for it." Harry said. "That's why you haven't left your room for days, isn't it?"

Louis stared dumbfounded at the teddy bear of a man for a moment, before swallowing to speak.

"Harry, no." He shook his head. "I'm not mad at you, and I barely got in trouble, Marcel took my television and phone privileges for a week, I'll manage."

"Then why—"

"I've been-" Louis didn't want to say it. "I've been avoiding you, okay? All of you." He added when Harry looked like he was about to protest.

"Why?" Harry pushed off the door, sitting hesitantly at the foot of Louis' bed, relacing a little when the younger one didn't protest.

"Because... I couldn't stop thinking about what Lilah told me the other day."

Harry stiffened. "What did she tell you?"

Louis watched him somewhat confusedly. "About the whole 'I'm ill and engaging in a relationship with me is illegal.' And that you'll go to jail."

Harry seemed to loosen up at that. "Oh, okay."

"Wait—What did you think she told me?"

"No, nothing!" Harry said hurriedly.

Louis narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, but said nothing.

"So uhm, the whole illegal thing..."

"Yeah," Louis nodded. "Did you know?"

Harry leaned back somewhat, looking nervous. "You're going to be mad at me."

Louis blinked. "You knew?"

"Well, kind of."

"What do you mean 'kind of'?" Louis commanded.