we're like bumper cars ~ l.s.

chapter 11

Harry's on crutches with a fucking bandage around his foot.

They're in their hotel room. Harry was discharged an hour ago from the hospital. It was only a small break in some foot bone thing near the his ankle. But apparently it's large enough to stop Harry from walking normally. The x-rays were ugly. Just as ugly as the moon boot Harry has to wear when he gets home.

Louis was with him at the hospital for the entire night. Louis slept on one of the arm chairs with his head on Harry's hospital bed. Harry had the luxury of actually sleeping in a hospital bed. All in all, Louis thought the past 18 hours were quite unnecessary. Who knew fracturing your foot meant you had to stay in the hospital. It seems as if everyone had overreacted just a bit.

However, it's Friday morning, and after an eventful 4 days, they're finally heading home.

The trip home is much different to the trip to the competition. Louis got a seat with Harry in the back of the bus, where a seat was actually turned around so Harry could rest his foot up against it. It scores Louis his own foot rest. He has to thank Harry for that a bit later. Being right at the back meaning no attention was drawn to them unless Louis had laughed really loudly or if Harry complained about his foot. They were free to hold hands, they were free to watch some shitty YouTube video on his phone; that is if the phone service wouldn't cut out every ten seconds.

They had time to talk about the competition while they sat. No one in the team from Louis' school actually made it to interstate. Louis would have been the only one if he didn't stay back for Harry. He thinks Harry's actually going to strangle him when Harry comes over for his usual fuck about on the Friday's. That is if Harry can even make it over to his house with his stupid moon boot.

Arriving back in their hometown is such a relief. Louis hugs his mum and kisses her cheek good day. He hasn't told her the bad news yet. He plans to do so over a nice home cooked dinner. It's not like she'll be too upset with him. He did it out of good will. He helped his worst enemy. Love thy neighbour as you love thyself.

He gets home, away from Harry. Louis feels like he can take a deep breath and sink into a beanbag and live there for the rest of his life. So he does as so, but he's bored and itchy for activity after 10 minutes. So he messages Harry.

hows your moot boot xxx

The x's are a thing. It certainly doesn't mean anything.

moon boot* you twit. and it is fantastic. very comfy. could make it into a new fashion statement. xx

i stand by what i said. moot boots could be a new icon. i could imagine seeing them on the runway. if flare jeans could make it, i'm sure the boots could too xxx

He drifts into his bedroom. He's finds himself sorting out the clothes in his suitcase that were worn and not used during the trip, piling them up so some can be washed and some can be put away. While doing so, he keeps messaging Harry.

i think the best thing about them is the amount of noise it makes. i'm going to struggle walking around the house at night trying not to wake everyone up. xxx

He could imagine that. Harry's already got an elephant walk down the stairs. It's only going to be worse, if not, his house could experience a magnitude 3 earthquake just from Harry's heffalump stomps.

walking around the house at night?? why's that?? planning to sneak out and visit me? ;))) xx

Not that Louis is thinking about that... or anything.

well, midnight snacks are a thing for me. xx

i know that well enough!!! i was wondering where half of my nacho doritos went after you came over that one night xxx