Bruises

Chapter 3

Over the next week, they became inseparable. They did everything together: shopping, studying or just lazing around. As long as they were together it didn't matter.

Louis practically lived at Harry's not that Harry was complaining. Far from it! He hadn't realised how lonely he was before Louis. It was nice having company and he couldn't ask for better company than Louis.

However, Harry had also noticed quite a few more bruises but each time he had enquired about them, Louis gave some flimsy excuse and quickly changed the subject. Harry was worried but he had to keep telling himself; Louis' a big boy. He can look after himself. It didn't really help though, especially when Louis looked like this. Innocent and vulnerable, curled up on Harry's lap.

Louis was making cute snuffling sounds as he slept and Harry didn't have the heart to wake him. Slowly and carefully he lifted Louis then carried him, bridal style, to his bed. He felt a bit awkward about removing Louis' jeans but got on with it and soon Louis was tucked safely under the covers.

Harry looked at Louis' tanned face, peaceful and calm. His long eyelashes rested on his rosy cheeks and his soft, caramel coloured hair flopped over his forehead. Harry was always telling him to cut it but Louis refused, pointing and saying that 'he liked it this way and anyway you can't talk, Mr. My curls are so long they cover my eyes.' Harry smiled at the memory. A little bubble of warmth and...something else popped up but Harry quickly squashed it. No. He didn't like Louis that way. Louis, with his face and his cute pout and soft hair that Harry could just- no! Stop it. Anyway, Louis wouldn't like him in a million years. No way. Never. And Harry was OK with that...

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts and was just about to stand up and leave when a little fist grabbed his shirt. Harry looked down at Louis who had one bleary eye open . "Stay. Please?" And, well who was Harry to resist those eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that Harry loved so very much. He smiled down at Louis. "Yeah" he said softly. "Of course." Louis shut his eyes again and Harry quickly stripped and got in beside Louis, made sure they weren't touching- you can never be too careful- and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Harry blinked. His vision was blurry and there was something heavy lying on his chest. He looked down to see a head of caramel hair and a lightly tanned arm flung over his torso. Louis.

Harry slowly and carefully eased himself from underneath Louis. Louis grumbled and reached in his sleep before finally finding a pillow to hug. Harry smiled at the sight before leaving to make breakfast.

He was just setting the table when Louis walked in. He was fully dressed but his cheeks were flushed and his hair was tousled. He looked beautiful. Beautiful!? Harry! What the fuck!? Harry mentally face palmed and smiled at Louis who looked to be still half asleep. "Pancakes?" Louis' expression became one of delight as Harry produced two huge stacks of delicious looking pancakes covered in syrup. Louis rushed to the table and took a huge bite. He moaned, swallowed and took another bite. Harry shifted in his seat and swallowed. "These are amazing Haz!" said Louis with his mouth full. "Well, I'm glad you liked them" Harry grinned at Louis who seemed to be trying to fit as much as he could into his mouth. It was strangely endearing. Louis left after that, claiming that he needed to change. It was weird and too quiet in Harry's flat after Louis left. He didn't do anything all day except think of Louis. There was something wrong with him.

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