✧nineteen✧

Harry tries to keep his eyes on the movie, he really does, but he can't because Charlie is sitting in Louis' lap. They're both chuckling and whispering... And Harry can't concentrate. He bites down on his lip, trying to not allow himself to become too jealous. He knows Louis is Charlie's, so he shouldn't feel this way.

"I might go to bed," he grumbles slightly to the two men, lifting his gaze to them with a saddened smile. "Is that okay?"

"You don't want to finish the movie?" Louis pouts a little, removing his hands from where they are placed around Charlie's waist. Harry just shakes his head. Louis nods and taps Charlie's hip, motioning for him to make a stand. "Hop up for me?" Charlie does, eyes moving back to the television as he sits down.

Louis and Harry walk down the hall until they're at the guest room. Harry sits himself down on the bed, a small frown lacing his features. "Are you okay, Bambi?" Louis asks in a soft voice, taking a seat next to him. He brushes his hands through Harry's soft curls with a little smile.

"Just tired..." Harry mumbles his words to the man and looks up at him from under his eyelashes. "You can go finish your movie, I'll be okay."

"Do you need anything before I do?" Louis questions and Harry shakes his head, trying his best to give Louis a dimpled smile, that ends up looking like more a grimace than anything. "Okay, well call out if you need anything, yeah? Goodnight, Haz."

Louis walks out of the room, closing the door as he does so and leaving an upset Harry. The small boy sighs and stands up sluggishly, glancing around the room for his bag. He finds it and gets to work throwing on some pyjamas, taking his time doing so.

He messages his mother a quick good night and I love you before tucking himself into the soft sheeted bed. Harry lays there for what seems like hours, trying not to overthink everything, but of course, that's all he does. His mind is flooded by Louis, Louis, Louis. And then?... Charlie?

Harry's eyes widen and his mouth falls open. That was a moan. And as soon as he thinks that, another erupts from their room. Harry stifles a whimper when he hears Louis' voice.

"Charlie, you need to be quiet, Hazza is sleeping." Harry doesn't hear anything else as he clamps the pillow to his ears, his bottom lip wobbling. His new neighbours having sex shouldn't affect him. But it does, and Harry hates admitting it, but he likes Louis so much and that man will never return the feelings. And Harry can't help but sob into his pillow at that fact, crying himself to sleep.

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