spaces || l.s

four

there was this odd feeling in louis' stomach, but it wasn't bad. he has butterflies in his tummy, and of course it's because of harry. it was different with harry, louis felt like he can tell him anything.

it was almost 8 in the morning and the two were walking to the end of the park. they already went around about 3 times but it didn't bother them. they were on their way to louis' flat. both of their feet were cold, their cheeks and noses were a shade of pink. harry couldn't keep his eyes off of the small boy beside him. he watched his lips move when louis' speaks and he noticed how pink they really are. 'they're so pink!' harry thought.

"you don't work today right?" louis asks.

"nope." popping the 'p' at the end. " why lou?" louis blushes at the nickname.

"i was just asking, haz." harry grins at the nickname as well. it was mostly cloudy today, the sun was noticable but the clouds covered most of it up. it probably wasn't going to rain, but it probably will cause it rains all the time.

they arrive to louis' building and walk inside the lobby, feeling heat hit their cold bodies. harry follows louis up to his flat, he lived on the top floor. "you live on the top floor?"

"yeah, and i can sneek up on the roof as well." harry smiles at the blushing boy.

the lift arrives at louis' floor and they walk down the hall until they reach louis' door. he unlocks it and sets his keys on the counter. he lets harry in and closes the door. louis heads to the living room and picks up a few blankets and pillows that were scattered around. "sorry. it's a bit messy." harry chuckles. "you can sit down, i'm gonna go put these away." harry nods and walks over to the window looking out at the people walking around the shops.

louis on the other hand, was trying stuff the blankets on the only empty shelf in the closet, the top shelf. he huffed and tried throwing them up there but they always tumbled back down on him.

louis decides to step on one of the shelfs as it were a ladder and tried stuffing all the blankets on the shelf. his hand lost grip of the top shelf and he fell on his bum with a thump. harry heard the noise and rushed over to where he heard the thump. and there he saw louis, drowned in the blankets that fell off of the shelfs.

"lou, are you okay?" louis nods and pouts. harry grabs his hand and he feels something. he feels a spark, with just one touch. he looks at louis, who is now back on his feet, and stares at him. louis felt the same thing. they just stand there, looking at each other until harry bends down to pick up the blankets. louis mumbles 'thank you' to harry, folds them and puts them on the top shelf with no trouble.

they both walk back to the living room, sitting on the couch. harry starts chuckling randomly. "what?" louis smiles at him.

"you were literally covered by the blankets! you were drowing!" harry laughs, and a beautiful laugh it is.

louis shoves him "shut up." but he starts giggling too. 'he fucking giggled.' harry thought.

"uh, who is the party for?" louis fiddles with the pillow in his lap.

"well, one of my friends are having a party and i thought if you wanted to go with me. if you changed your mind, that's okay! you don't ha-" louis covers harry's mouth with his hand and laughs.

"i'll go with you! i'm not changing my mind." he feels harry smile, which leads him smiling too. he leaves his hand on harry's mouth until he feels his tounge licking his palm.

"ew, harry!" he wipes his hand on harry's shirt.

"you left your hand there!" harry grins.

"but you didn't have to lick my hand!" harry notices the crinkles by louis' eyes and how he looks genuienly happy.

"sorry, lou." harry grins at the laughing boy.