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Louis had just come home after a hard day of interviews and signings. He loves his job, but it gets tiring. He took off his red Vans and black jacket leaving them next to the couch beside the door. Louis was eager to get upstairs. Harry had gotten sick the night before and Louis as his best friend (with important duties) made Harry stay in bed. He made sure to text the sick boy every moment possible throughout the day.
Rushing up the stairs, he headed to their shared room, tripping down the dark hallway quietly. The boy was sleeping. His face was tear stained and flushed. Louis felt awful knowing he couldn’t help the younger boy.
Louis loves Harry; he was enchanted with the boy’a raspy an low voice.
At first he was in denial, believing it was just a silly crush; who wouldn’t resist his charms? He found himself day dreaming about emerald green eyes and curly locks. It’s been five months. He doesn’t know how long he could keep up the in-love-with-talented-best-straight-friend act.
Louis sat at the edge of the bed Harry rested on and slowly touched his forehead. Harry had slowly un-tensed under the touch. Louis reached over to grab the wet towel in a bowl placed on the bedside table, and dabbed the damp cloth on the younger boy’s sweaty forehead. The older lad held Harry’s hand in his own, trying to calm Harry’s slight fever.
He opened his eyes and saw Louis there. Harry’s heartbeat had increased just by looking into the pair of cerulean lakes in front of him.
“Hey curly, how’ya feelin’?” Louis asked, voice with worry and concern.
“I feel better than last night.” ‘even more now that you’re here’ He kept the last part to himself. Harry has always felt strong connection. He is confused about it.
“I’m glad. Are you hungry? I can make some microwaveable soup since you know I can’t cook” He says with a light chuckle. Harry couldn’t help but grin at Louis.
“Sure Boobear. Just make sure you don’t burn it.” Harry joked back. Louis threw Harry the wet cloth and slapped his chest trying to hold back a smile.
“That was one time and I was distracted. You kept throwing peanuts at me! It was your fault we had to clean the whole kitchen!” Louis whisper yelled, crawling next to Harry in the messy bed. Louis didn’t care though, as Harry wrapped himself with Louis. They snuggled up together and kept a comfortable silence.
“No but really Hazza, are you hungry? I could go and buy something for you.” Louis had asked trying to get out of Harry’s reach. Harry had a color of pink on his cheeks, but managed to compose himself enough to pull Louis back.
“No not really. I just want to cuddle right now. Can you stay with me?”
“Sure” He replied and then wrapped arms around Harry’s waist. Harry was glad that it was after sunset and the dark lighting kept his current blush a secret.
Louis had thought that he saw Harry blush, but brushed it off thinking he was seeing things, and instead resting his head upon Harry’s. Soon, both boys had fallen asleep with each other feeling safe and happy.
Oblivious to the world and their outcome.
AN: This got deleted…. But I think the prologue should be at the end if you think about it. Thank you for the many reads that got me motivational. If no one read this I would’ve just been the lazy person I am. I just finished editing meaning if you found something wrong you might want to play seek because many corrections are hidden. Again, thank you and Back For You should be up in about a week. It’s going to be longer and more emotional I promise, well I think it will be…..
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