homeless [l.s.]

22

as harry strolled out of the bedroom, quite pleased with himself, he saw louis standing quite awkwardly, hair wet and sticking up in every direction, and wearing the same clothes he was wearing before.

"louis, what are you wearing?"

"uh," he hesitated, looking down at his clothes, "my clothes?"

"lou, you berk, you can't wear the same clothes after you've had a shower." harry said, placing a hand on the small of his back and leading him into his bedroom, to help him find some clean clothes.

"..but i always do that?"

"not anymore, you don't."

louis stood stiffly behind harry as he stifled through his drawers, his eyes averted to his bed, where zayn was resting peacefully, nestled between the sheets.

"harry? did you put- did you- harry.."

"oh, right. i figured you'd want to stay in the same bed- if that's okay. i can move him if you want-"

"no, harry, thank you."

harry's lips twitched slightly, before he pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for louis.

"this was the smallest i could find, a-and if it doesn't fit just tell me, okay?"

louis nodded, as harry walked out of the room, clicking the door shut behind him.

he wandered over to the couch and sat down, awkwardly looking around until his eyes landed on a guitar that was propped in the corner.

harry stood up and took the guitar in his hands, and he sat back down and started strumming softly on the strings.

he had only stopped playing when a string from his sleeve caught on the guitar.

"shit," he said quietly, trying to untangle the mess, although, he only ended up tightening it even more, "shit, shit, shit. come on."

harry was brought to his sense of the outside world when he felt the couch dip next to him, and a pair of hands reached over to the guitar.

"here, let me." louis said, taking the guitar from harry and resting it on his lap.

harry eyed down the clothes louis was wearing, the pants fit almost perfectly, with a little baggage on the sides, and the shirt was about one size too big.

nonetheless, he looked beautiful.

"so, you play guitar?" louis said, still unraveling the cotton from the strings.

"yeah, i started when i was like- your height."

"nineteen?"

"no- about thirteen."

louis shot harry a glare, as he grinned back at him, "you're so mean to me." he said, finishing his task.

"here's your guitar, now as your punishment, play me something."

harry's face turned as red as a tomato, and he gulped as he took the guitar in his hands.

"uh- are you sure? i'm kinda tired- yeah- i'm too tired, sorry." he said, setting the guitar down and starting to walk away to nowhere.

"harry, no."

"louis-"

"harry, pleeeease."

harry sighed, questioning his existence, before he finally sat down, and took the guitar in his hands.

"louis, i really don't think-"