"L-Lou, get out of here." Louis stayed silent but didn't leave; instead he just sat next to Harry
"Louis I told you to leave." Louis looked up at Harry with his big blue eyes, silently pleading to stay and help him feel better.
"Fine. You can stay." Harry sniffled
"Why are you crying?" Louis asked
"Because...never mind. Let's just not make a big deal out of it." Harry sighed, but couldn't keep the tears from forming once again. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Louis had never really comforted someone before. And he had never been comforted before, except by Harry. That’s it!
Louis placed his small hand on Harry’s back and soothingly rubbed it. Harry looked at him surprised and Louis smiled, then got up on his knees and kissed Harry’s head. Harry hiccupped and wiped his eyes again.
"What are you doing?" he asked
"comforting you. I learned how to do it from you."
*Later that day, in the afternoon*
Louis was giggling while he played video games with Harry, and Gemma just smiled and watched them. Her little brother was growing up faster than she'd expected.
Harry glanced over at Louis and watched as he pushed his floppy fringe away from his eyes.
"I c-can't see the screen that well." he paused the game and squinted
"What’s wrong?" Harry got closer to Louis
"My glasses!" Louis stood up
"you have glasses?"
"Yeah." Louis smiled sheepishly
"Go ahead and put your glasses on, and go ahead and pick some clothes out from my dresser."
Gemma laughed "He can't just keep wearing your clothes! He's incredibly tiny!" Louis blushed and looked down when she said that.
"What’s wrong with being tiny?" Harry defended
"oh, nothing! I'm just saying Harry, you're really tall and Louis, well, isn't. You should take him shopping."
"I'd love to take you out Lou! Hurry and get dressed!" Louis smiled and nodded, running upstairs.
He fished his glasses out of his still-wet backpack and found some shirt with a tongue on it (which he didn't understand at all) and white jeans and his old ragged converse, along with a beanie to top it off.
Harry was sitting in the living room, putting the controllers away, when a small figure made its way down the steps.
Harry did a double take, pretty much choking on thin air when he saw how gorgeous Louis looked in Harry’s tight jeans from year eight. Louis' glasses just made Harry want to snog the young boys face off.
Gemma tapped his chin lightly "You alright there? You're drooling." Harry closed his mouth and blushed.
"You look very nice boo."
"Th-thanks." Louis stuttered, finding his shyness once again.
*30 minutes later at the mall*
Louis had changed in and out of five pairs of jeans now and he was getting annoyed as Gemma and Harry picked out the tightest jeans they could find, other guys in the shop laughing at him.
Louis walked out of the dressing room once again with tight bright red jeans on.
"Turn." Gemma said, and he did as he was told, feeling ridiculous as he earned lots of laughter.
"I think they suit you well." Harry said
"Yeah, their faggoty enough for the faggot." a boy sneered.
"What?" Harry growled at the boy
"shit." Gemma cursed and pulled Louis a few feet away from Harry.
"What's he going to do?" Louis let out very unmanly whine
"Hopefully nothing stupid."
"I was agreeing with you, they suit the fag well." The boy smirked, but his expression turned fearful as Harry gripped roughly onto his throat
"I will not tolerate you saying things like that to him. You hear me?" The boy frantically nodded "Yeah."
"If you aren't out of the shop in the next three seconds I will beat your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for months. 1...2...3...” Louis was impressed with how fast of a runner the young boy was.
He quivered with fear as Harry turned around. When Harry saw him shaking, his facial expression softened.
"I'm sorry boo, I didn't mean to scare you, and I just didn't want him saying that to you." Louis smiled at his apology and hugged Harry
"its okay. Thank you."