Harry walked into his flat, 2 bedroom apartment and was greeted by his mate, “Hey Harry, how’s the weather?” he asked in his Doncaster accent.
“Lou, it's pissing rain out there.” Harry was calm, but agitated. Louis looked to Harry who was, indeed fairly wet from the rain. His hair was a bit of a sloppy mess, bits sticking to his forehead and face. Louis smiled as Harry shook his hair and sent droplets of water flying.
"Harry! Stop it, you're making a puddle!" Louis complained, trying to keep a solid serious face.

Harry disappeared into his room to change his clothes. Louis continued sitting on the couch, watching the program on the television.
"Louis!" Harry called from his room. Louis got up and walked to Harry's room. "Yeah?" He questioned, standing in the doorway.
"Lou, do you have a sweater I could borrow? I haven't got anything clean… or comfortable."
"Sure, hold on." Louis went to his room and picked a Hollister sweatshirt from his closet and walked back to Harry and tossed it to him.

Harry changed into gray sweatpants from Jack Wills and slipped Louis' sweatshirt over his bare torso. It smelled like him, and Harry found it comforting.
They walked to their living room together, Louis sat down on the couch first and Harry fell beside him.
They laughed as "Friends" played on TV, Joey and Chandler were awfully hilarious in this episode.

Soon Harry was asleep, his head resting on Louis' arm. Small snores escaped his mouth as he fell deeper into sleep.
Louis slowly moved his arm from under Harry's head, and let his head fall onto his lap.
Harry made a small noise as he moved in his sleep and curled into Louis.
"Harry, what am I going to do with you?" Louis said quietly, and returned to "Friends."

Louis found himself periodically looking down at Harry, asleep in his lap. He noted how peaceful he looked. His dark eyelashes were long and curled upward. His lips were full and pink, his mouth open just a bit. Louis couldn't help but brush Harry's wild curls from his face, he let his fingers linger on his skin, not wanting to remove them. Harry's skin was soft and warm under his fingertips and Louis found himself enjoying the moment.

Harry started to stir so Louis removed his touch.
"Lou." Harry's voice was full of sleep, "Louis." He said his name again before his eyes were fully open.
"You alright?" Louis asked, a hint of concern in his voice.
Harry sat up, leaving Louis' lap cold, "I had a weird dream Lou. Sorry I fell asleep on you. I've been really tired from touring."
"S'all right. What was your dream?"
Harry's cheeks flushed, "I… I don't really remember it, but I know it was weird." Harry was lying through his perfect white teeth. He'd dreamt of Louis. He dreamt that he'd finally kissed the older boy. Lately just the thought of Louis' lips on his made him blush. Harry had noticed himself feeling differently toward Louis, he noticed more things about him and wanted to be near him all the time. He felt anxious when they were apart and the relief he got when he'd seen him again was like the Heaven's gates had been opened.
Harry found himself wishing to fall back asleep to let the dream continue. He wanted to feel Louis lips on his skin, his fingers in his hair… anything that would bring them closer.

Louis shrugged when he realized Harry wasn't going to share more.
His phone buzzed in his pocket.
"Eleanor?" Harry guessed. Eleanor was/is Louis' girlfriend, she's a Hollister floor model, and texts him all day everyday.

Harry sat up straighter and pulled his knees to his chest, hugging his legs.
"Yea, we're supposed to go to a movie or something later on." Louis sounded disinterested.
Harry didn't reply, he looked out of the window and blocked the sound of Louis' thumbs pressing buttons on his phone out.
"You doing anything with the guys tonight?" Louis asked, referring to Niall, Zayn and Liam.
Harry gave a simple no, still staring out the window.
"Harry are you feeling okay?"
"I'm fine Lou." Harry looked to Louis to assure him he was alright. He wasn't.
Louis looked at the Cheshire boy, even after he'd turned back to the scene outside.
Louis found himself not wanting to go out with Eleanor, but to stay inside with Harry. He liked Harry's company and they got on really well. Louis was comfortable around him, and vise versa. Louis was more himself around Harry than he was with anyone, including Eleanor.
Louis watched as Harry gathered the long sleeves on Louis' sweatshirt and held the excess material in his fists. He seemed troubled, there was no denying that. It was clear Harry was keeping something from him, but Harry was set on keeping it to himself.

Louis went out with Eleanor that night, they saw a movie, what about… Louis couldn't say, he was distracted with thoughts of how miserable Harry had looked earlier. He kept picturing how sad his eyes were and how hard he was trying to seem okay. Harry wasn't one to hide his feelings, he was never afraid to cry… Louis knew this was nothing small, this was a big deal.