Italics - Louis Tomlinson

"Hel-"

"Uh hi?"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah?"

"Harry? Are you drunk right now?"

"You should stop screaming!"

"Okay. You should stop singing and take care of yourself alright? Don't drink too much."

"S-Shut up. You should go home for the night."

"Wha-Hello? Hello?"

Louis sighed as no response came from the other side.

'Did he seriously hand up on me? And what did he mean by he knows where to go?' Louis had questions going round in his head and he could not help but get worried. Would Harry be fine? He didn't know how drunk Harry was, so he didn't even know what to think at the moment, other than scolding himself for not having Liam or Veronica's contact numbers.

Looking at the time, he realized it was close to midnight. So, he decided to call it a night and drift into sleep. After all, he had school the next morning and he needed all the energy he could get for facing Nick and his goons.

As soon as his head made contact with the soft pillows, his phone rang again. The ringtone was too familiar for him.

"Harry?"

Louis could almost feel his grin through the voice.

"What's happening? Did you get home?"

He couldn't care to hide the worry in his voice.

"What??"

Louis creased his eyebrows in confusion and processed what he said. Harry's outside his house right now?

'Gosh!'

He flew out of his bed in the next second and quickly made his way downstairs and then opened the door to reveal a grinning Harry.

'What the hell?'

"What are you doing here?" Louis hissed and quickly glanced around to see if the neighbours saw him or not. This Harry boy didn't have any sense at the moment.

, Harry pouted and staggered a little.

Louis blushed but could not help but think just how much the curly haired boy drank.

"F-For now, come inside. It's freezing out", he scowled at the boy in question who was just grinning the whole time.

Harry followed Louis inside the house and almost fell down again but caught himself by the wall.

Harry questioned.

Louis just sighed and led him towards the kitchen and made him sit down on the chair.

"Why did you drink? Don't you have school tomorrow?" Louis asked, placing a glass of cold water before Harry so that he could sober up a little bit.

, Harry pouted and drank the glass of water.

'Chris?' Louis thought. Harry talked about his friends but he didn't know there was a Chris. He was jealous. And if it wasn't the burn, Louis would have cooed at the adorable pout.

"And who's Chris?" Louis asked as discreetly as possible.

He didn't want to seem jealous but Harry was quick to catch up on even when drunk. After all, he's so gone for the tiny boy.

Harry wriggled his eyebrows and smiled satisfactorily.

Louis scoffed but didn't say anything. Of course, he was jealous.

, Harry grinned proudly and leaned forward to pat Louis' head.

Louis couldn't help but smile a little. It's really hard not to melt when the dimples of the green-eyed lad are on full display.

, Harry suddenly announced as he suddenly stood up and walked towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked, looking at him climb up the stairs.

, Harry slurred.

To this, Louis quickly stood up as well and followed him.

"You can't stay here. You should go home", he tried telling Harry.

, Harry spoke and looked around for Louis' room door.

"You walked here? Are y-"

The words died in his throat when a door opened and his mom walked out making Louis freeze in his place. Harry was right in front of his mom and Jay, his mom, looked at Harry, then at Louis confusion.

Harry said, grinning.

"Okay...", Jay trailed off and walked inside her room and closed the door.

'Shit!'

Louis quickly ran towards his room, opened it and pulled Harry inside before he closed it shut.

"Oh my God!" he cried out softly in frustration and glared at Harry who was looking around his room.

Now he had to make up a whole story to explain what a boy was doing in their hallways in the middle of the night. His mom was not strict and he knew she would literally be gushing inside her room right now because her only son finally brought a boy home. She was weird like that. And she absolutely has no problem with Louis being gay. But Louis didn't want to give her any kind of misunderstandings right now.

"You can take the bed", Louis sighed when he realized he was tired of thinking about what was happening. He could not send Harry back home, especially when he walked here.

Harry grinned and plopped on right away.

When he made no signs of moving, Louis sighed again and walked towards him.

"Hey", he poked Harry's back but he didn't move.

'Is he asleep already?'

Louis groaned in frustration and lightly slapped Harry's leg, "Why tonight?"

He then removed Harry's shoes and with much difficulty raised his legs on the bed properly. He arranged the covers and softly put it over him. Harry sighed contently to which Louis couldn't help but smile. He really looked cute when he was sleeping.

But Louis couldn't believe Harry was sleeping in his house, in his room and in his bed tonight. And it didn't help when Harry was making his heart go crazy just by being there. He was not at all healthy for Louis' heart. With a thudding heart, Louis was about to walk out of his room when Harry's voice stopped him.

He turned around and walked towards Harry, "W-What's wrong?"

Harry turned around to his side and opened his eyes slightly before smiling a little which made Louis' heartbeat a hundred times worse.

, he whispered.

Gulping his nervousness away, Louis leaned a bit little closer. The next thing he knew, Harry pulled him by his side on the bed and wrapped his arms around him, covering both of them with blankets.

Louis forgot how to breathe.

Harry asked, hugging his small frame more tightly.

Louis was at a loss of words. He was so close to Harry that he could literally hear his heartbeat and it seemed that it was going at the same pace as his. The thought that Harry was just as nervous made his heart swell with happiness.

"I-I was thinking of taking the couch downstairs", he answered.

, Harry said.

Louis wanted to ask him how he knew that. He still had a lot of questions he wanted to know about Harry. Talking on the phone didn't feel enough now that he was physically near. He couldn't believe that a boy could make him feel so many things at once. Though the feeling was new, he didn't hate it at all. In fact, he chose to embrace it.

"Hmm", Louis hummed, slowly falling asleep as he listened to the soft thumping of Harry's heart against chest beside his ear. It was soothing for him.

, Harry spoke, loving the feeling of Louis against his body.

Harry longed to hold him for quite some time now. The way his small, fragile frame fitted against him felt so perfect. He never wanted to let go.

, Harry said seriously this time.

He was feeling quite emotional. Maybe it was because of the alcohol playing with his mind. Or maybe because Louis was there and he couldn't believe that.

"What for?" was Louis' soft question.

Harry always loved his voice. It always was crispy yet so soft, high yet so endearing. It calmed him down in a way he could not describe. It did something amazing to his heart and he loved that feeling even though he didn't know how to describe it.

, Harry smiled as he welcomed sleep.

He was tired. But Louis seemed to be sucking all his tiredness away, replacing it with contentment. He felt at peace. Louis was silent for a while, Harry noticed.

, Harry thought,

When Harry was about to fall into darkness, he heard the faintest of voices. It was small and soft yet the most beautiful one. The voice that he had grown to love.

"I like you too, Harry. I really do."

a/n:

i was just emotional, i guess.