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Harry's spoon clinked against Louis' and instead of participating in the immediate sword fight Louis attempted to initiate, he sucked his lip and looked thoughtful.
"Don't you - worry? About stuff like this? Sharing with me, I mean?" he asked suddenly.
Louis stopped mucking about and looked pained. "You can't catch it like that, Harry," he said quietly.
"I know. I just - well fear's not always rational, is it?" Harry was staring into the tub with far-away eyes that suggested to Louis he was seeing something else - talking about something else - entirely.
He put down his spoon, and picked up Harry's hand instead, raised it to his lips and kissed him lightly on the back of the hand.
Harry stared at him, jolted out of his funk, and they held each other's eyes for a lingering moment. Then Louis leaned in slowly, and brushed his lips against Harry's, holding them there in the lightest of kisses.
For a whole second Harry didn't pull away, and then he did, jerking back, looking flustered.
"What - what was that for?" he stuttered, and Louis cursed himself.
"Just - proving a point," he said nonchalantly, hoping Harry would believe it was just about him not being afraid of their proximity, rather than anything else.
"Oh." Harry looked almost confused, and seemed to close down a little. "Okay." He pushed away the melting dregs of the ice cream and sighed. "I should go to bed," he said.
"You can stay, if you like?" Louis offered.
Harry looked startled. "Louis, I - I like you, but I'm not - "
"No!" Louis made him jump, and then winced at Harry's reaction. "I mean - I wasn’t - it wasn’t a proposition or anything. I just meant - well, you're all warm and comfy now right? So you could - sleep here. If you wanted. There's plenty of room."
Harry blushed. "Oh. Sorry." He gave an embarrassed laugh. "I keep doing that don’t I? Not like you'd ever want to make a pass at me after all, is it!"
Louis stared at him and didn’t know what to say, but Harry was snuggling down under the bedclothes, and to his amazement seemed happy to stay. He hurriedly switched off the tv and the lamp, and lay down too before Harry could change his mind.
"Louis?" said Harry out of the dark, a few minutes later.
"Yeah?" Louis rolled onto his side, trying to make out Harry's form through the darkness, but he seemed to be mostly swaddled under the duvet.
"Just to warn you - I have nightmares. Sometimes," Harry muttered.
Louis' heart went out to him, and he wanted to bombard Harry with questions, like how long he'd been having them and why he hadn’t told him. He hated to think of Harry maybe lying awake in a strange bed and suffering alone. But he sensed that probing too deeply would only push Harry away, and so he gave a little laugh.
"Okay. So if you accidentally smack me in the face in the middle of the night I won’t hold it against you."
He was rewarded by a quiet giggle from under the bedclothes, and smiled.
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gah
hehe, and still no TBC at the end, which means definitely no more updates so you might still be writing more right now at this very second! so exciting!
you're so wonderful and your writing and unbelievable and alskdjaslkjd and harry's finally opening up (and his oh you'd never make a pass at me to louis sounded so insecure and full of want while louis is like ...) (and them sleeping together gah alskjdslkajdlsakd so much love)
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I've just read a few lines but I thought I would share my stupidity.
I was like 'WTF they have a tv????!'
And then I realize this is homeless Harry not the castle with Princess Louis one
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Telling Louis this later, Louis immediately offered to let him sleep there as often as he wanted, if it made a difference, and blushing, Harry had accepted.
Whether the first night had been a one-off, or Harry had just been more worn out by his emotionally exhausting day, it was about three am in the middle of the second night when Louis was woken by Harry thrashing about next to him, still clearly fast asleep.
He hesitated, wondering what to do. He didn’t want to maybe scare or embarrass Harry by waking him up, but Harry's noises of distress finally got too much, and he reached out, shaking Harry's shoulder gently.
"Haz? Harry, wake up!"
Harry jerked awake, eyes staring in the half-light, and he sat up, breathing hard.
"It's okay. It's okay, it was just a dream," Louis murmured, and before he could stop himself had wrapped his arms around Harry's shaking body.
In his disoriented state Harry didn't seem to mind, and clung to him tightly, letting Louis rub his back and murmur soothing things to him until he calmed down.
They lay back against the pillows, Harry still in his arms and seemingly happy to remain there. Louis stroked his hair and wished they could stay like that forever.
"How long have you been having nightmares?" Louis murmured after a while.
"How long do you think?" Harry sighed.
Louis winced, to think Harry had suffered a month of this on his own. "Why didn’t you tell me?" he chided quietly.
"You worry about me enough as it is," Harry said.
"Oh Harry," Louis sighed, hugging him a bit tighter. Harry gave a hopeless laugh that ended in a sniff, and buried his face against Louis' shoulder.
"I just keep hoping they'll stop," he muttered.
"Maybe you need more of a distraction," suggested Louis. "Maybe staying around the flat all day's not helping. You've got too much time to think about what happened."
"Maybe." Harry yawned. "What would I do though?"
"We'll think of something," promised Louis. "Just going out's got to be a start."
"Will you come with me?" Harry asked in a small voice, and Louis recklessly kissed him on top of his head.
"Just you try and stop me."
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On the fifth day, Louis tried to get Harry to go round the shops with him, but Harry refused, on the grounds he couldn't buy anything and it was too humiliating to let Louis buy him anything bigger than a cake.
"How about a cinema ticket then?" Louis demanded, grinning. "Is that allowed? Come on." And he'd dragged Harry into the cinema and spent the next two hours trying to sneakily flick bits of popcorn down Harry's shirt.
After the film they walked back to the flat in the growing twilight, stopping to watch the last glow of sunset vanish over the rooftops.
Louis leaned back against the railings and looked at him. "I've got an idea," he said.
"Oh God," Harry smiled. "This can only end badly."
"Hey! No, listen, it's a great idea, right? So - I want to buy you stuff yeah, and you won't let me. So - you just have to agree to be my boyfriend. That way I'm allowed to spoil you, and you're not allowed to complain."
Harry blinked at him, uncertainly. "Um. I'm not sure that's - "
"Oh, I don’t mean there'd have to be any funny business," Louis said quickly. "We'd be like - waiting for marriage or some shit."
Harry laughed. "Stop winding me up," he protested.
"I'm not!" Louis looked serious for a moment. "I mean it. I like being with you Harry, and I think you like me, and we get on, and so - why not?"
"There'd be no sex?" clarified Harry.
Louis shook his head firmly.
"And no kissing?"
Louis shook his head again, and if he hesitated a little, Harry didn't notice.
Harry chewed his lip. "So we'd be like - pretend dating?"
"No, properly dating!" Louis objected. "People can date without exchanging bodily fluids can't they? I'm almost certain some people do. Somewhere. Maybe."
Harry laughed again, and gave in. "Okay. But only because you're bonkers."
Louis grinned, and took his hand and held it all the way home. He knew Harry thought he was joking, but the important thing was he'd said yes.
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