homeless [l.s.]

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once louis had calmed down, the pair started the long trek back towards harry's house, his arm slung around louis' thin shoulder.

"god, louis, how far did you think you were gonna run?"

louis gulped, he should have kept running, he shouldn't be with harry right now, he should be in his car with zayn- oh, wait.

"i dunno," he said quietly, "got distracted."

"where did you go?"

"i- uh-"

"you don't have to tell me, i was just wondering."

louis took a deep breath, closing his eyes, "i ran to a forest, and sat there for, like, thirty minutes, then- then i heard you, and-and i ran. i got scared, so i ran. i ran through the town, and to the graveyard. i was gonna- gonna keep going, but i, got distracted."

"that's still a long way, lou. it's like, twenty miles."

louis nodded, feeling his breath hitch and finding himself unable to speak.

"you must be exhausted." harry said, after a short silence.

"a bit." he didn't want to sleep again. he'd slept too much. he never sleeps this much. he needs to stop sleeping as much.

"i think you're adorable when you sleep."

louis whipped his head to the side, "what?"

"you're just like a little kitten, i could just smoosh you to death, i swear i've heard you purr before."

louis' cheeks flushed a bright red, and he turned and stared at the ground, smiling like an idiot, "i don't purr."

"well, if you insist, my little kitten."

"harry, you're embarrassing me!"

"there's no one around!"

"it's still embarrassing.."

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once harry and louis had arrived home, they were greeted with niall and zayn, snoozing away on the couch, the t.v. playing and niall's tea slowly slipping out of hand.

the pair went over to them, louis giving zayn a kiss on the forehead and harry taking the tea from niall's hand and placing it on the coffee table, then walking into his bedroom with louis behind him.

"okay, you're gonna have a shower, whether you like it or not."

louis nodded, "thanks, harry."

"you can just go in this door here, it connects to the bathroom. how cool is that?"

"oh- tomorrow, we're going to get you and zayn some clothes."

"but-"

"no buts."

harry exited the room, and sat down on the couch, sighing.

"niall, niall." harry shook niall's shoulder slightly, "niall, wake up you lazy shit."

niall's head lulled around, before he opened his eyes, "harry, hi." he said, rubbing them.

"so, how was it?" harry asked, "i'm guessing it wasn't that hard." harry motioned towards zayn, who was still sound asleep, half on his lap and half on the couch.

"it was surprisingly easy. he's so fucking adorable." niall replied, regaining his posture and sitting up straight.

"why is his hair wet?"

"oh, i gave him a bath, he smelled like shit, harold. literal shit. and he likes cartoons, apparently. he likes, uh- the smurfs and jake and the neverland pirates."