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It was raining heavily.

Niall was soaking wet but he was worried about Harry so he held him close trying to warm him up in any way he could. Zayn and Liam were next to them trying to help Harry convince Niall he was okay.

The game was about to end and everyone was getting ready to leave cause it didn't seem like it was going to stop raining anytime soon.

Harry kept watching Louis, smiling whenever the older boy would kick the ball, fixing his fringe after that, secretly hoping that he'd look back at him at some point.

It didn't happen.

Instead he looked at that girl he was flirting with earlier. Multiple times. But Harry was okay. Niall's holding him, so everything's going to be okay.

A thunder struck as soon as the clock stopped and everyone cheered including Harry.

"Lets go find Louis!" Liam yelled and they all started making their way through the crowd, towards the locker room. Niall held Harry, who was shivering, close and pushed him in before entering himself and closing the door behind them.

Louis' laugh was the first thing they all heard, along with really loud chatter and Harry furrowed his eyebrows as soon as he saw that girl with Louis again. Her blonde hair reached her low back and the black jeans she was wearing perfectly hugged her slim body, along with her small black shirt.

"Good game bro." Zayn high fived him. "Thanks man." Louis turned his attention to the others.

"Haz!" He exclaimed as soon as his eyes met the shivering boy and he quickly took off his team jacket, before helping Harry put it on.

Harry exhaled feeling his heart picking up pace. Louis jacket was warm and soft and nice, Harry loved it. It was big on him but he didn't mind at all. [Louis had muscles even though he was around the same height as Harry.]

"Oi thanks Louis." Niall sighed feeling relieved, cause he'd be so angry with himself if Harry eventually got sick.

"I've got him. You lot should put something on as well." Louis pointed as he tried to warm up Harry, pulling him to his chest and furiously rubbing his upper back and shoulders with his hands.

"I don't suppose you have a cupboard full of clothes around here?" Niall raised an eyebrow sarcastically.

"Oi shut up you Irish leprechaun!" Louis laughed.

"You should take a quick shower and change now, so we can all leave before the storm gets worse." Liam pointed out and Zayn nodded, running his fingers through his wet hair that had obviously annoyed him.

Harry suddenly chuckled and Louis furrowed his eyebrows, looking at him questionably.

"What now curly?"

"You smell." Harry grinned as he looked up at Louis.

"Excuse me honey? For your information I was playing football which includes me running up and down this huge field for ninety minutes while kicking a damn ball, so don't tell me I smell."

Harry laughed, trying to stop the sound of his giggles by pressing his face against Louis' chest.

"Louis I have to go, my friends are leaving. Here's my number, see you tomorrow!" The blonde girl approached the group again and handed Louis a peace of paper, her eyes trailing to Harry and Louis' jacket, before waving and walking away.

"You got a good one mate!" Niall laughed.

Harry, who had stopped laughing, bit his bottom lip.

"I suppose I did." Louis exhaled.

"Goodnight Louis!" One of his teammates waved.

"Night Stan." Louis nodded. "I'm gonna go take a shower as well and then we can leave." He said, giving Liam a look.

He pulled away, his fingers softly brushing over Harry's cheek.

And Harry closed his eyes at the touch. That simple touch that for some odd reason meant so much to him.

Maybe not so odd.

...

Liam sat on Niall's bed and exhaled, feeling relived cause he finally put on some warm clothes.

"Pepperoni?" Niall asked Liam, phone in hand, and he nodded.

"Hello. I would like to make an order." He said before disappearing downstairs.

Louis entered the room and sat next to Liam and Zayn.

"Where's Harry?"

"He went to take a shower, said his curls were kind of dump and that he needed to put on one of his fluffy sweaters." Zayn answered absently.

Louis smiled, feeling the usual crinkles forming by his eyes, as he imagined the young boy running back to Niall's house with his fluffy curls held by a bandanna or a flower crown, yellow or pink oversized sweater on.

Niall entered the room and collapsed on his bed, his eyes falling closed as soon as the bell rang.

"It's probably Hazza. Can you get it?" He mumbled.

"Yeah." Louis quickly stood up and run downstairs.

He opened the door only to see that Harry was actually wearing a flower crown and that he had picked a lilac sweater to wear instead. He was smiling brightly, dimples on full view, his green eyes shining innocently.

"Come in babe." Louis smiled and closed the door as soon as Harry entered.

"Where is everyone?" Harry asked, lightly tilting his head.

"We're gathered upstairs curly. Am I not enough for you?" Louis mocked him.

Harry gasped, crossing his arms over his chest. "I never said that!"

"Actions speak louder than words darling." He smiled cheekily, his eyes examining Harry's face.

"But I-" Harry started with a voice that gave out his attempt to prove a point but he stopped abruptly. "Wait Lou...that doesn't even make sense cause I spoke both times, so practically I didn't do anyth-AH! Loueh!" He squealed as the older boy picked him up bridal style and quickly wrapped his arms around his neck trying to hold on.

Louis burst out laughing while taking them upstairs and Harry playfully glared at him. "I hate you..." He mumbled.

"You know you love me babe." Louis answered cheekily and pressed a soft kiss on Harry's jaw, letting his lips linger on the warm skin. Harry felt shivers run down his spine as the cold metal of Louis' earing grazed his skin.

Louis pulled back and let Harry down when they entered Niall's bedroom.

"Ni!" Harry exclaimed worried and kneed next to his friend. "Are you okay?"

Niall looked a bit pale and really tired. "Yeah Hazza, I'm fine don't worry." He stood up, petting Harry's curls.
"See?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine. Should I put the movie on?"

"What is it anyway?" Louis asked.

"It's great. You're gonna love it!" Zayn announced excitedly.

And that's how they ended up watching the horror film Zayn had picked. And Harry found out it was a horror film the hard way. He let out a loud scream and run into Niall's arms, the other boys laughing. Zayn apologized around ten times for not letting him know and he even offered to give him half of his pizza, [Harry of course denied and made sure to hug Zayn letting him know it was alright] but other than that, their time watching the film went by smoothly, Harry cuddling with Niall who looked more dead than the curious teenagers in the movie, Zayn laying on the floor, his head on Liam's thighs [Liam was petting his hair and Harry was actually shocked that Zayn was letting him touch it] and Louis sitting between Niall and Liam.

Liam and Louis arranged Niall's extra mattresses, three of them cause Harry was sleeping with Niall as per usual anyway. Zayn was applying some of his hair products on his hair, Harry watching him quietly, when Niall walked out of the bathroom.

"I'm fucking sick." He sneezed before letting himself fall on his bed.

"What?" Harry asked.

"And you were worrying about Harry getting sick!" Zayn looked at him disapprovingly.

"Yeah cause Harry's sensitive and a kid!"

"I'm not a kid!" Harry climbed on the bed, settling next to Niall.

"Relax guys. It's just a cold. Niall will be fine. We should all just go to sleep, don't forget that we have to wake up early again tomorrow." Liam interrupted them.

"Liam's right." Louis nodded.

"Yeah okay let's go to sleep." Niall nodded and laid properly on the bed.

Louis turned off the lights and darkness spread in the room. Harry quickly took off his jeans, keeping on his sweater and boxers, before laying next to Niall.

"Hazza you can't sleep with me, I don't want you to get sick." Niall whispered.

"But...but I can't sleep alone..." Harry bit his bottom lip. "The movie...I...they..."

"I know Hazza. It's okay. Just ask one of the boys if they can sleep with you. I'm sorry." Niall patted Harry's thigh.

The younger boy hopped off the bed, pouting. He could ask Zayn, he was responsible for him not being able to sleep alone anyway...but he actually found himself walking towards Louis' mattress.

He kneeled down, before softly whispering, "Lou?"

"Haz? What's the matter?" He sat up.

"Can I um...can I sleep here with you...maybe?" Harry looked down at his hands.

"Yeah of course honey...come on." He pulled the blankets away so Harry could get under them as well.

He quickly did so, blushing when he realized that Louis was shirtless, only wearing a pair of sweatpants.

"Thanks." He whispered as Louis covered both of them with the blankets. He could see Louis smiling and then the older lad closed his eyes.

Harry looked up at the ceiling, his thoughts running back to everything that happened the last couple of hours. And an hour of him doing just that had passed, Niall's snores and Liam's soft breathing being the only thing he could hear.

Louis moved his hand to slowly caress Harry's thigh with his thumb.
Harry blinked repeatedly when he suddenly felt a warm hand on his cold skin. He looked at Louis who was staring right back at him.

"You're not sleeping." He whispered and Louis nodded.

"You're not sleeping either curly."

Harry nodded as well and bit his lip not knowing what else to do.

"Are you cold?" Louis' blue eyes were shining even in the dark.

"I don't know...maybe a bit?" Harry felt nervousness take over him.

Louis shifted, moving the blankets with his hands. "Come here." He said opening his arms and Harry shifted closer. Louis settled on top of Harry, making sure not to be a burden on him though. Harry could feel Louis' breath against his lips, his heart picking up pace due to the close proximity.

"Relax babe." Louis smiled and brought his hand up to softly caress Harry's cheek.

Harry took a deep breath closing his eyes for a second. He gave Louis a small smile as he reopened them, nuzzling closer to him and enjoying his body heat. "Why are you awake?"

Louis chuckled softly.
"Would you believe me if I said that your perfume's holding me restless darling?"

"No." Harry blushed, dimples popping out. Louis laughed.

"Lou?"

"Yes honey?"

"What do you think of me?" Harry gulped, his eyes not leaving Louis'.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean...do you think that I'm a kid...like Niall said?" At this point Harry was afraid that even Niall, Liam and Zayn could hear his heart going crazy. [Deep down he knew that was impossible though, Niall's snoring had gotten way louder than before by now.]

Louis gulped, seeming a bit lost.
"No. I mean...you're not a kid. You're just...a baby." He said with a confused voice. "Yeah you're a baby." He nodded.

"How's this any better if not worse?" Harry frowned.

"Well, you're my baby." Louis said but as soon as he did he froze.

"And what is that blonde girl then?" Harry tilted his head, not even believing himself that he just said that. Shit just got real.

Louis opened his mouth to speak and closed it again. He pulled his hand away from Harry's cheek.
"That's different." He finally said and completely pulled away, laying next to Harry again.

Harry frowned at Louis' action, feeling cold as Louis didn't bother fixing the blankets this time. He licked his lips and gulped before turning to face him. "I'm sorry Lou. I know what you meant." He whispered, ignoring his heart aching in his chest.

Louis exhaled, nodding slowly.

"Don't be mad at me..." Harry sat up slowly and settled on top of Louis' stomach, who's eyes widened.

Harry's thighs were in full view in this position as well as other of his body parts. His boxers were just showing under his big lilac sweater, which was standing out compared to Harry's pale skin and milky thighs. The flower crown, holding back his curls was still there, the soft pink flowers matching perfectly his green eyes.

"I never want you to get mad at me again..." He whispered looking down.

At that Louis face softened again.
"When did I get mad at you sweetheart?" He asked resting his hands on top of Harry's knees that were picking out due to Harry's position.

"Well..you were looking weirdly at my flower crown that one day..when we first met." Harry mumbled, his eyes slowly trailing up to meet Louis'.

Louis chuckled and Harry bit his lip trying not to laugh himself but he ended up grinning anyway.
"Describe to me what happened then darling." Louis smiled.

"Uh..you already know Loueh!" Harry playfully slapped his chest.

"I don't remember it that well though." He smirked.

"You do." Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

"Tell me darling." Louis said with a demanding tone this time and pinched Harry's bum.

Harry squealed, his hands automatically going to hold Louis' down and away from him.

"Sshh!" Louis tried to say in between laughter. Harry glared at him for a second before taking a deep breath.

"So Niall finally found you all and we both stopped to meet you..and you were looking at me from the very beginning..and my flower crown and then...then after you told me your name..you pointed out that I was wearing a flower crown, giving me that really intense look and I got reeeeally nervous and then everyone left and you were still looking..so I had to take it off.." Harry was playing with the hem of his sweater by now trying to relieve the tension.

"Yeah..but, correct me if I'm wrong princess, I placed it back on your beautiful curls" Louis smiled, "and told you that you look..good." He grinned.

Harry gasped, "No you didn't! You said that I looked beautiful!"

"Did I now?" Louis smirk grew wider and Harry glared at him once again.
"Hmm you sure I didn't say good curly?"

"Loueeh!" Harry thrust down on him.

"Easy there tiger." Louis chuckled and placed his hands on Harry's hips forcing him to stay still.

"So you think I was mad at you?"
Harry bit his bottom lip, not taking his eyes away from Louis', neither answering.

"Cause in my point of view of this meeting..I was just minding my own business, when a curly haired boy suddenly appeared with green, bright eyes, milky skin, a white sweater and an actual flower crown on his head.
And when he bit his lip, the way he's biting it now, and took off his flower crown, his hands shaking, I put it back on telling him.." He paused, staring deeply into Harry's eyes.

"You look beautiful."

Harry let out a shaky breath. Silence followed and Louis' hands slowly trailed back to Harry's thighs, moving up slowly, fingertips touching Harry's boxers and down again. Harry gulped, licking his dry lips. Louis' eyes were following his hand movements.

And he could feel it. He could feel logic escaping him as his hands slipped back on Harry's hips, forcing him to bend down, closer, with a firm grip. Harry huffed, looking kind of hypnotized as well, as he looked at Louis' lips, that were now so close to his own. Louis pulled Harry even closer, so that their chests were almost touching. Harry could feel Louis' breath against his lips, his skin felt like it was burning as Louis pressed harder on him with his fingertips, their eyes finally meeting.

And all it took was one last look.

Louis pressed his lips against Harry's, their eyes falling closed. Harry cupped Louis' cheeks as the older boy kissed him slowly, yet sensually, not rushing the kiss. Their lips moved together in sync, both boys completely focused on just that, nothing else. Louis run his tongue over the younger boy's bottom lip, before exploring his mouth with his tongue, not able to get enough of his taste. Harry let out a small moan enjoying the way Louis' earring felt between their joint lips. It was like Louis' lips were a drug that he couldn't get enough of. Then their pace slowed down again, Louis finally pulling away and breaking the small trail of saliva between them by pecking Harry's swollen lips one more time.

Harry was panting as he opened his eyes only to meet Louis' blue ones.
It felt like he was dreaming.

"I've been wondering if your lips were as soft as your skin for so long baby.." He whispered, running his thumb over Harry's bottom lip.

"And are they?" Harry asked, lost on that new found haze, lips parted.

But that was what woke Louis up. It was like suddenly all his logic came back and along with that panic. Panic cause he just kissed Harry! And not just kissed him! He pulled his hands away from Harry's hips.
"I...I...Haz I...I'm soo sorry. I'm sorry."

He abruptly sat up, which caused Harry to grab on his shoulders in order to not fall off. Harry looked at Louis, not knowing what to do as he was still practically straddling him but he could feel his heart picking up pace already.

"I'm so sorry Haz. I..I don't know what came over me...I was so out of it and..I got carried away and..I never meant for this to happen..I just don't know what to say..I'm sorry." He exhaled, running his fingers through his hair.

Harry felt like his mouth had suddenly gone dry. He gulped trying to ease his burning throat, as he pulled his hands away, looking down at his exposed thighs.

"No, no baby please, it's not your fault. It's not. It was all me and I'm so, so sorry." Louis tried to explain desperately.

Harry nodded biting his lip, repeating in his head, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...

Louis exhaled, burying his face in his hands. "I..I think that you should sleep with someone else for the rest of the night."

And okay ouch. Harry looked up, feeling like someone had just taken away his heart, breaking it into millions of pieces.

He nodded, pulling away from Louis right after that. And as much as he'd love to go to Niall right now, he knows what the older boy would say to him and that hurts him even more. Niall would tell him how amazing he is and beautiful and adorable and how everyone loves him...but that's not true. Cause obviously Louis doesn't see it that way. People who laugh at him because of his flower crowns don't see it that way. He doesn't see it that way.

So he stands up lazily, avoiding to look at Louis and walks towards Zayn's mattress at the other side of Niall's bed. He bites his lip, feeling his eyes water as he sits down.
"Zayn?" He whispers.

The raven haired boy turns to look at him, his eyebrows furrowed.
"What's wrong Harry?" He asks as he rubs his eyes.

And Harry can feel the first tear roll down his cheek and he can't answer him. He can't answer him because he doesn't feel like he has the power to do so. Zayns sits up, with a worried expression and pulls the crying boy to his chest, soothingly running his fingers through his hair. "Ssh love. Please don't cry." He whispers but seeing that this doesn't help, he lays down pulling Harry with him and keeping him close to his chest. He arranges the blankets and sighs. "I'm here. I'm not leaving you."

Harry cries. He cries cause his heart aches. He cries cause as it seems, he's not enough for Louis. He's not what he wants. He's not like the people Louis usually goes after. He doesn't smoke. He doesn't wear black, leather jackets or shirts. He doesn't have piercings. He's a baby according to Louis. Obviously Louis doesn't and can't see him the way Harry sees him. He was probably thinking of that blonde girl when he kissed him or any of all those girls and boys he's occasionally with. Why would he want Harry when he can have them? He can't take Harry, small Harry with the curls and flower crowns seriously and it's not Louis' fault. It's his fault. His and only his, but he's gonna fix it. He will.

But for now he cries. He cries until he can't anymore and he can hear himself whispering before drifting to sleep, "Please Z, don't tell anyone about this..."

"I won't." Zayn whispers back, rubbing his back soothingly.

And it's all black now.

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