Don't know yet

Chapter 8

Harry opens his green eyes to find himself laying in someone's bed. He knows it's not his because he is a bit softer and definitely bigger. He blink fast trying to clear his eyes to be able to inspect his surroundings. When he finally manages to get a clear view of the room he's in he realizes that this is a familiar room. He doesn't know how he got here but somehow he ended up in Louis' room. He is certain he didn't come home with him that night, mainly because they hate each other, but also because the last thing he remembers is a guy punching him way too hard on the ribs and stomach. His whole body feels sore and just the simple movement he's doing to look around the room makes him ache in discomfort.

Louis walks in with some creams in his hands. He looks up and meets Harry's eyes for a fraction of a second before he looks at the creams, trying to avoid any eye contact.

"You're awake. Good." Louis approaches him as he opens one of the creams, putting the other ones on his night stand. "Stay still, ok?"

Harry looks at him confused. He doesn't understand why he's at Louis' house or why Louis is helping him or why he's so gentle and nurturing. He doesn't understand anything yet he does as the smaller boy tells him because he trusts him for some reason he can't understand either. Louis lifts Harry's shirt so that he can see the bruises on his ribs and some of the cuts he has next to them. He tries to be as gentle as possible; he doesn't want to cause the other boy any more pain. Louis' touch sends shivers down Harry's spine and the boy can't make up if it's the cold touch against his skin or just the sensation. He refuses to admit that for some inexplicable reason he doesn't hate his touch.

Louis puts some cream on Harry's bruise and then spreads evenly onto it. He tries to be as gentle as he can and manages to put almost no pressure on Harry's ribs which the other boy is thankful for. Then, he wipes his hand on a piece of paper that is laying next to creams and gets another one.

"This one might sting a little." His voice is low and apologetic. Louis still avoids Harry's gaze. The other boy has his eyes fixated on Louis' actions, he switches between his hands and his face and he is contemplating Louis' every move. He tries to comprehend why the boy is helping him. When he agreed to help him with chemistry there was a clear motive which was to bump his grades up but now he is helping out of his own will, he's not being gentle because he has to be but because he wants to and quite frankly Harry didn't know Louis was able to be nice just to be nice.

Louis applies some cream on one of Harry's wounds on his ribs and Harry hisses moving his body backwards trying to escape the touch. Louis puts his hand on his hips gently trying to hold him down without being too controlling. He looks up for the first time since he first came into the room meeting Harry's eyes. He begs him with his eyes to stop and Louis in response softens his looks as a form of saying 'Sorry'.

"I have to disinfect the wounds." Harry nods, adjusting his posture and putting his hand over his face.

Louis carries on and Harry contains his pain the best he can. When he's done he puts a bandage around the upper part of his torso. He figured that would be better than putting plasters all over his body.

"There, you're done." Louis looks at him and his eyes drift to Harry's mouth. Harry notices his gaze and somehow he is not repulsed by this action. "Almost." He says getting off the floor. Harry follows him with his eyes. Louis heads to the bathroom and Harry frowns in confusion. Louis comes back with a damped towel and he puts it on Harry's lip cleaning some of the blood from the wound he has in it. Harry doesn't know why but he can't help but feel disappointed. It's not that he likes him or that he normally wants to kiss him but somehow he wasn't disgusted by the idea of Louis kissing him.

Louis gets a small plaster that looks almost transparent and puts it on the wound. Their faces are now inches away and Louis has to fight the urge to kiss Harry. No! He's your enemy, you hate him. He tells himself hoping that is enough to shove those thoughts out of his mind. Harry is just so vulnerable and defenceless and he looks at Louis with such an adorable look on his emerald green eyes.

Louis quickly backs away shaking his head. Stop. He orders himself but his mind keeps going to that place. He tries to change his attention to something else. Anything else.

"I'm going to have some dinner now, would you like some?" Louis says after he's been desperately trying to think of something to say to make the situation less awkward. He realizes that he hasn't eaten anything since before the party and now his stomach is growling.

"Can i have some water please?"

"Sure."

Louis goes to the kitchen and comes back with a sandwich and two glasses of water. He hands one to Harry. Louis sits down on a corner of the bed as Harry sits up right wincing.

"Sure you don't want some?" Louis holds the sandwich up.

Harry is about to say no when his stomach growls. Louis chuckles and then cuts the sandwich in half. "Here." Louis hands one half to him and they both eat in silence.

"Shouldn't you call your parents and tell them where you are?" Louis says after finishing his half of the sandwich.

"Not really."

Louis frowns in confusion but doesn't ask anymore questions because after all he doesn't care about Harry.

"Right, well you can stay here for tonight if you want to or I can drive you home."

Harry thinks for a moment before he seems to come to a conclusion. He smirks before talking.

"Are you implying what I think you're implying, Princess?" Louis frowns.

"You are so full of yourself."

"And you just can't get enough of me."

"Ok, you're clearly well enough to take care of yourself, you can walk home."

"Wait, I'm actually quite sore, could you drive me?"

"You seemed perfectly fine just now when you were making jokes."

"Making jokes doesn't require much movement."

Fair enough; Louis thinks before rolling his eyes.

"Fine, I'll drive you."

The ride to Harry's house is quick and silent but neither of them seem to mind the silence. When they get there Harry undoes his seatbelt and grabs the door handle as if to get out but stops before doing so.

"Thanks for helping me."

"No problem."

"And don't worry I won't tell anyone how much you care about."

"I don't."

"Then why did you save me?" He raises a brow.

"I didn't know it was you, dickhead. Can't you just be grateful for once?"

"I could but what would be the fun in that?"

Louis mockes him gesturing and making faces. Harry gets out and walks towards the door. He gets into his house and before closing the door he blows a kiss in Louis' direction. Louis rolls his eyes and starts the car.

He really cannot wrap his head around how sometimes Harry is so exhaustingly annoying and then some other times he's just...