Harry sat at the end of the sofa and patted the cushion next to him for Louis to sit down. Louis' mind was a bit hazy with all of this, he hadn't seen Harry in two weeks and then with one text he'd dropped everything and ran to his aid. He knew any hope of this- whatever this was- being a normal friendship was lost, it had been from the moment Harry became such a permanent figure in Louis' mind.

Harry twisted his body and leant over the arm of the sofa to grab something. Louis watched as Harry returned to his previous position with a dry-erase board and a marker.
Harry's hand moved across the board and then he pushed it toward Louis gently.
'Thank you, for helping me. …Both times.'
Louis smiled at the script on the board, "You're welcome Harry. I said if you ever needed anything, I'd be there." Harry didn't reply, he just lifted the board from Louis' lap and put it on the end table where it had been originally. He was thankful for the older boy in more than one way and wished to let him know just how much, but since words weren't exactly a great option in his case he decided that affection was.
Harry scooted closer to Louis and rested his head on the other boys' shoulder, a gesture that let Louis know he was thankful for what he had done and was comfortable enough to make such a motion.
It wasn't anything more than friendly, but it had Louis' heart racing, the way Harry leaned into him and parts of their bodies touched, the soft curls that adorned Harry's head and the scent of the younger boy filling his nose. It was overwhelming because it wasn't what he had expected, Harry was sweet and shy, careful and respectful, he was innocence and purity… he wasn't like anyone Louis had ever known, and he could guarantee that it was because there was no one else like Harry, and that's what made him so perfect, whether he spoke or not, Harry was who he was and in Louis' mind, he was all that he needed to be, he was perfect, like an angel, pale skin, doe eyes, and a cherubic face, he was perfect.

The two boys fell into a comfortable silence, the telly held their attention quite well. The weight next to Louis started to get heavier as Harry relaxed and fell into a tired state. He was surprised he'd managed to stay awake this long.

Anne walked into the room with two cups of tea, steam swirling from the top and into the air as she set them on the table in front of the boys.
She cooed as she left them, it had been so hard for Harry to make friends, even when he was young he was alone most of the time. He was never invited to birthday parties or picked first for gym class… he was a bit of a wallflower.

No less than five minutes passed before Harry was curled up into Louis' side, puffs of warm air hitting Louis' neck as Harry fell into sleep, his curls brushing against Louis' chin when he turned his head.
Louis wasn't sure what to do… how often to you go to someones house who you barely know and have them fall asleep on you? It also wasn't helping that Harry was making the most adorable little sounds and his cheeks were flushed with sleep. The peacefulness on Harry's sleeping face made Louis' stomach flip flop and all he wanted to do was let out a massive 'awwww' but he knew that'd be weird with Anne in the next room.

Instead he just stayed there, letting Harry sleep on him and Louis toyed with his luxurious chocolate curls gently. Louis was strangely comfortable in the silent boys presence, he didn't feel awkward because of Harry's inability to speak, it just made him more interesting, and Louis had never felt like he needed someone to be in his life, but Harry made his stomach flip and his heart race and his mind swirl just by being around, just by being in close proximity… Louis felt like he needed Harry, he needed whatever he had in his heart, he needed that compassion and love in return for the love he had in his own heart.

Anne entered the room quietly, peering over the sofa before making her presence known.
With a soft voice she tapped Louis on his shoulder and spoke his name, "Louis?" She questioned, pulling Louis from his thoughts.
"Sorry, umm… He just fell asleep." Anne smiled at him, the sight in front of her made her heart swell.
"It's okay sweetie, I was just checking to see if you two needed anything. But I guess not since he's out like a light." She smiled again, her voice was so warm and welcoming.
"I can take him to his room if you'd like?" Louis offered, knowing how much he hated sleeping on the sofa at home.
Anne nodded, "I'm sure he'd appreciate that. His room is the first door on the left." Louis smiled lightly and began to shift so he could lift Harry without waking him.
With Harry's body in his arms, Louis climbed the stairs carefully, holding Harry's lanky frame tightly to him like he was glass.
Louis pushed Harry's door open and entered slowly taking in the room he'd never seen before, but didn't linger too long, placing Harry onto his bed and pulling the duvet over him, tucking him in and brushing the hair from his face before leaving.
He smiled as he closed the door slightly, Harry was really making his heart feel crazy things.

Louis descended the stairs and was met with Anne in the kitchen, two cups of tea on the table in front of her.
"I was hoping we could talk." She smiled warmly, making Louis feel a bit more comfortable.
"Of course." He smiled back and took a seat at the table.
"I just… I hope you know what you're getting into here. Harry isn't just someone you can have in your life for a few weeks and then drop in a day. He… He can't handle that, he's so fragile Louis, and I know you probably have good intentions, but I just want you to realize that Harry isn't like you and me, his world is different, he gets so attached and he worries like you wouldn't believe. When his sister left for college he spent days and days worrying over her, her safety and where she was, who she was with. Every little thing you and I worry about, it's just that… little, but to Harry, it's all magnified, it's ten times scarier. To this day he still texts her every day, twice a day, once in the morning, once at night just to make sure she's woken up and that she's going to bed soon. I just hope you can understand that and accept that that's who he is… how he is you know?" Anne's fingers danced on her cup nervously, she liked Louis, he was nice and clearly took a liking to Harry without judgement, and she knew he was a good kid, she just hoped he'd stick around and be a friend to her son.

"I know Harry isn't like my other friends, and I know I'll have to work a hundred times harder to even have Harry in my life, but I do want him there. I want him in my life… Even if he worries and panics and even if he doesn't speak. I want to be there for him, I want… I want him to be a part of my life." It was Louis' turn to be nervous, his eyes darting over Anne, watching for a reaction.

A loud thud came from upstairs and then steps down the stairs, causing both Louis and Anne to stand from their chairs. A tired Harry came into the kitchen, his eyes scanning the room, a panicked expression overriding every feature on his face.
His eyes landed on Louis and Harry went toward him quickly wrapping his arms around the older boy. Harry held him impossibly close, his face buried in the crook of Louis' neck.
Louis quickly reciprocated the hug, his arms wrapping around the younger boys' waist.
Anne stood by in shock, she'd never seen Harry act this way in his life.
"It's okay, everything is okay Harry." Louis soothed the worried boy in his arms. Harry just nodded into the crook of his neck.
Harry pulled away slowly and looked at Louis, his concerned face made him feel a bit better, knowing Louis was worried about him… that he cared.
Harry turned toward his mum and quickly signed something. Anne let out a "Oh.. awh." And looked at Louis with a face so filled with emotion he didn't know what to think.
"He thought you left." Louis looked at Harry with slight confusion. Harry nodded, as of to say 'mum is right.' Louis couldn't help but smile, Harry was worried he had left… he didn't want him to leave.

Louis hugged Harry to him tightly, "I won't leave you Harry, not until you tell me to." Harry let out a deep breath, the warm air hit Louis' exposed skin and caused goosebumps to rise on his skin. Harry had a way of making his body react with no hesitation, it was like his mind had no say in how his body reacted.

Anne stood by in awe of her son and the boy that was basically wrapped around him. Harry had never taken to someone so quickly, he was never so available to contact, he barely let his own mum hug him or give his shoulder a comforting squeeze. To see her son in such a vulnerable position, to see him let someone else hold him and comfort him was heart-warming and such relief.

Harry turned to his mum once again and with the movement of his hands he communicated to her quickly.
"He wants to know if you can stay over." Anne states, looking to Louis and reading his face.
"Oh, I don't want to overstay my welcome, I-" Anne waved a hand in front of her, signaling for Louis to stop.
"It's okay Louis, I don't mind. But no funny business." Anne smiled and watched as both Louis and Harry blushed deep red, avoiding each others eyes.

Harry didn't look at Louis' eyes as he wrapped his long fingers around his wrist and pulled him up the stairs to his room. Louis was hesitant as Harry let his grip loosen and went further into his room. Out of nowhere Harry pulled his shirt over his head, Louis was in a state of shock and awe, Harry's torso was never-ending and he was surprised to see Harry wasn't all innocence and purity after-all. His upper body held multiple tattoos, some small and some bigger, but it was a surprise none-the-less. Louis couldn't help but stare at the perfection in front of him, the smooth-looking pale skin and a stomach with just enough definition to make Harry look like some sort of angelic god… although the thoughts in Louis' head were anything but holy. He's end up as Satan's best friend for the things he wanted to do to Harry in that moment.

Louis' throat was already dry and his mind was already a foggy mess of lust and trying to think clearly. When Harry's fingers went to pop the button of his jeans open and undo his zipper Louis was barely able to stand up straight, he continued to keep his eyes glued to the lanky boy in front of him as he pulled his jeans off and walked to his bed with nothing short of complete innocence, he acted as though undressing in front of people he hardly knew was normal.
Louis marveled at the boy in tight black underwear hoped to God that he'd be able to stay with Harry and not have an unwanted visitor pop up between his legs tonight.

Harry crawled into his bed and found his way under the duvet before patting his bed for Louis to come lay down. To Harry this wasn't weird, he didn't know that Louis was mentally slapping himself for ogling at his near-nakedness. Harry had never had a 'friend' so he had no previous situation to play off, he was just doing what he would normally do before bed. The fact that Louis could be crushing on him like no other didn't even pass through his mind, he'd never had to worry about it before, he'd never had any sort of relationship so thinking he was in the same room with a potential candidate for a future relationship was so far out of his mind that aliens on Earth was more relevant.