Louis eyes flutters closed as he kisses back careful of his cast.

Harry tries to pull him closer with his good arm so he'll end up on top of him but Louis wasn't having it. "H, s-stop that," he mumbles.

"But," Louis shakes his head, pulling away. "N-no buts... I'm-I'm not gonna b-be the re-reason y-you're in pain." The older one of the two pouts, "Nope."

He sits down by the window again, "You're no fun. A makeout session would've made me feel better." Lou giggles.

"W-what are we-we in h-high school?"

"If saying yes means you'll makeout with me then, yes!" Harry laugh before groaning a bit, "You c-can't ev-even laugh without p-pain so-so, no. I'm n-not get-getting on you or-or ma-making out with y-you."

The injured man stares at him, thinking before humming, "What if I scoot over?"

"Huh?" Lou looks at him as he tries to make room for him on the hospital bed. "No, H stop m-moving."

"Please, baby I just want you next to me. I won't even kiss you." He pouts with puppy dog eyes, that makes Louis sigh. "O-okay."