No One's Here to Sleep

Harry threw his phone across his bed, wincing as it fell to the ground and bounced against the bedside table. He sighed and left it on the floor before continuing to the bathroom where he turned on the shower and let it warm up. In that time, he retrieved a towel from the laundry room and placed it on a hook by the shower door. Harry stripped his clothing and put it in a basket in the corner laid aside especially for dirty clothes. After testing the water to make sure it was warm enough, he stepped in and began his process.

Thirty minutes later, Harry was rushing around his room trying to find something to wear for the day. He didn't want to dress too fancy because they were just going to a festival. He didn't want to dress like a slob because he couldn't do that. It was Louis he was dressing up for and he couldn't mess it up. Although, did a pretty fair job the night before so that was a major plus. And what was Louis going to wear? Would they clash? Would they be wearing the same thing? Would Louis hate what he had chosen? Harry's mind was racing.
But across town, Louis was in the same state as Harry was. He didn't know what to wear or how to style his hair or what shoes he would need or if he should bring money or not.

Honestly, Louis was a mess.

Harry Fished through his closet and finally found something suitable; a red sweater with black skinny jeans and his brown bots. He looked nice. Hell, he even looked hot. Harry picked up his phone from the ground and checked the time before running back to the bathroom and trying to style his mop of curly hair.


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"Shit!" Louis yelled as his toe connected with the hard wood of the kitchen counter. He leaned down and cradled his possibly broken toe. "Of all days." he whispered to himself. Louis hopped on one foot over to the couch to assess the damage to his stubbed toe. And suddenly the door bell rang. He mentally cursed himself, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's open!" he yelled to the knocker, praying he left it unlocked when he ran to his car to grab his good shoes. The door opened gently, revealing Harry, dressed in a wonderful choice of clothing.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked and shut the door behind him. Louis sighed and motioned towards his foot.

"I stubbed it in the kitchen," he explained. Harry walked around the couch to where Louis sat and took a look himself.

"Jesus, Lou, it's already bruising," he said. Louis groaned and leaned back into the couch.

"I'm sorry, Harry," Louis apologized. "I was really looking forward to today," he added. Harry looked over at the boy and smiled.

"I'll go out and get some lunch for the two of us. Then we can watch movies and chill out here today," Harry said standing.

"Wait, are you sure?" Louis tried standing up on his own without pain radiating through his foot. Harry reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from Louis' face.

"I'll be back; how does pizza sound?"

"Wonderful," Louis said with a smile of his own. Harry leaned forward and gave Louis a simple kiss on his forehead. Louis let his eyes flutter closed as he let it sink in that he was here with someone who wasn't upset that he couldn't go anywhere today. He was kissed. and by god, Louis was smitten for this boy. Absolutely smitten.

"I'll be back, babe," Harry said and Louis sat back down on the couch, watching the boy leave. And then it hit him.

Harry called Louis Babe.


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Half an hour later, Harry was walking through the door, startling Louis who had been trying to nap. The fresh aroma of melted cheese and grease filled his nose before he knew what was going on. Louis took a deep breath in and became ever hungrier.

"I got cheese pizza; is that okay?" Harry asked and sat it down on the living room coffee table. Louis nodded and opened the box, watching the steam rise above the dish.


"There are plates in the cupboard above the stove," Louis stated. Harry chuckled and stood, retrieving the two plates and picked up the drinks he had bought at the pizza place. As soon as Louis was handed his plate, he stacked three pieces on it. Harry watched as Louis sat back and began eating.

"Harry, we have to work on your staring problem," Louis said with a smile.

"It's just with you, babe," he replied and filled his own plate, trying not to laugh at Louis who was currently coughing at the statement.

"Tosser," Louis muttered.


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"Can you show me your writing?" Harry asked abruptly. The two were currently watching Bourne and snuggling on the couch. After lunch, Harry fetched some crisps and a blanket, bringing it back to the living room where they cuddled for about two movies. All had been fine until Harry opened his mouth.

"What for?" Louis asked.

"I want to know how you think," he replied. Louis looked at him quizzically, questioning everything he had been telling himself for years.

"Harry, I don't think-"

"Please?" Harry asked with eyes like a child asking for a toy in the shops. Suddenly, Louis was reminded of the bird he had wrote about that very morning. The innocence of that bird and how much he actually wanted to know about it. He could see that in Harry now, no matter how hard he tried not to.

With a sigh, Louis pointed to his room. "It's on my bed, but don't read anything until I give it to you," Louis instructed. He was still ridden to sitting due to the mass swelling of his left foot and bruising beginning to creep up into his leg.

Harry jumped up and ran to the bedroom before Louis had a chance to change his mind. He returned, handing over the notebook and waiting patiently with a bright smile on his face. Louis turned to a page that he knew would be a piece that would give an insight to his mind, just like Harry wanted.

"Now you do not tell anyone about this, okay?" Louis demanded. Harry held up his pinky to Louis, who handed over the notebook and watched as Harry began reading. IT was the story he wrote about his first time.

His eyes scanned the pages and realized what exactly he was reading.

Harry shut the notebook and enveloped Louis in a tight hug. Harry knew how the story would end, and he didn't want to read about it. So instead, he held Louis. He held him and willed everything wrong to disappear from Louis' mind. Everything that happened to him-just gone and forgotten.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"He ruined me," Louis replied. Harry pulled Louis into his lap, and kissed his shoulder.

"What can I do?" Harry asked. Louis pulled away and took Harry's face within his hands, admiring every facet and crevice. He noticed the acne on his forehead and chin. He noticed the way his eye lashes fluttered every once in a while. He realized how beautiful Harry was. And he knew that he wasn't going to let go of this bloke any time soon.

"Just don't leave," Louis stated.

Harry placed a small kiss on Louis' lips. "Never," he breathed. And the two kissed. But it wasn't lustfully. It was passionate and loving. It was everything Louis never had. It was a kiss that brought the smile back to his face. It was a kiss that promised forever. And to Louis, that's all he needed.

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