homeless [l.s.]

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⚠️⚠️trigger warning - throw up⚠️⚠️

louis woke up, a lot earlier than usual, to the sound of what seemed to be mumbling. as he tried to clear his mind and figure out what the source of the noise was, he felt something twitch on his back.

turning his head, louis noticed a set of fingers incoherently moving about on his back. he looked up, to see none other than harry, mumbling his thoughts away in his sleep. he watched as his eyes were moving slightly underneath his eyelids.

what if he was dreaming about him?

he could be dreaming about him.

harry styles dreaming about louis tomlinson.

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harry had expected to wake up in his cozy bed, snuggled between the blankets with warm socks on his feet, but no. he didn't.

he didn't wake up in his cozy bed, snuggled between the blankets with warm socks on his feet, he woke up on the couch, with his clammy, sock-covered feet skimming the two cups of tea that sat on the coffee table, and his arm draped lazily on louis' back, who was laying peacefully on his lap.

harry forgot about him.

on attempt to not wake him, harry carefully maneuvered his body out from under him, which resulted in a simple sigh as he turned his head to face out, a small pout displayed on his lips.

harry stepped back, eyes on louis, before he felt something latch onto his foot, and before he knew it he was toppling over and landing on the floor with a thud.

"ouch." he said, rubbing his arm, which had whacked itself on the hard floor.

"harry?" a raspy voice suddenly rang out from the couch, "are you alright?" it said.

"louis? yeah, i'm fine, go back to sleep, it's early."

"okay, going back.. to sleep.." louis said, laying his head back down and closing his eyes.

harry smiled softly, then he turned around and to boil the kettle for himself, then walking towards his door and squeezing through it, and closing the door behind him.

"mr. harry?" a squeaky voice rang out from the bed.

"zayn? what are you doing awake? it's early."

"i'm sowwy, but i had a scary dream."

"aw zayn, i'm sorry," harry said, digging around in his closet for some nice clothes, "wanna tell me about it?"

"uhhh," zayn stuttered, "i don't know, do you want me to tell you?"

"i don't mind. but, if you want, you can tell me later and i can sign your cast?"

"yes!" zayn yelped, springing from the bed, and gassing towards the door.

once harry had changed into nicer clothes and absentmindedly thrown his dirty ones into the laundry basket, he practically skipped out into the living area, feeling unnecessarily happy with himself.

"haz?" louis said, rubbing his bleary eyes with his knuckles.

"louis? hello."

"hi." louis grinned.

harry walked over to the kettle, and started making himself his famous tea.

"mr. harryyy!" zayn hollered, "i found a pen thing! sign my cast, sign it. sign it now."

"zayn, that's not very nice." louis said from his spot on the couch.

zayn pouted, "mr. harry, please sign my cast, pleeease with a zaynie on top?"