They heard someone outside of the apartment and turned to the door.
"Harry go clean up, they'll be able to see you were crying. Hurry, unless you want to answer questions."
Harry got off of the couch and sulked to the bathroom.
He splashed water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His curly hair was messy, his eyes a little puffy and tired. It was obvious he wasn't having the greatest day, but he's looked worse.

In the other room, Louis walked through the door and Zayn smiled to himself.
However, Louis looked angry. He threw his coat off and stomped into the living room.
"Are you alright Lou?" Zayn asked carefully.
Harry walked in the room before Louis answered.
"Eleanor and I broke up." He flopped onto the couch and crossed his arms over his chest. Zayn looked at Harry, who was trying to hide a smile.
"What happened?" Harry asked, trying to filter the glee from his voice.
"She said that i've been too distracted and that she needs someone who is always there and i'm not that person because, we have to tour… it's my job. I can't believe this." Louis seemed angry rather than sad or disappointed.
"I'm sorry Lou, anything I can do?" Harry asked softly. Zayn was surprised at Harry's actions, Harry was upset for Louis, he really liked Eleanor and they'd spent a lot of time together.
"No, just watch this program with me." Louis patted the open spot on the couch for Harry to sit.
Zayn watched the boys at the end of the couch. Louis wrapped an arm around Harry, who was leaning into him, his head on his chest. The two had been close since they had met, but this, what they had was more than friendship. People called them "Larry Stylinson" for a reason.

"I think i'm going to head out. It's getting' late." Zayn got off of the couch and said goodbye to the boys before leaving.

Harry's eyes started to feel heavy after watching the TV for so long, he moved down the couch so his head laid in Louis' lap, like the night before. Louis just smiled down at the boy. He liked that Harry was comfortable around him, and wasn't afraid to be who he wanted to be.
Louis played with Harry's hair, mindlessly curling it over his fingers and brushing it away from his face, and combing through it as he watched the program.

Harry loved the way it felt to have Louis' fingers in his hair and couldn't help the small smile on his lips.
"Harry, you awake?"
"Yeah."
"Harry, do you think Eleanor dumped me because of touring?" Louis was clearly insecure, something he never let on.
"I don't know Lou… did it seem like she was lying?" Harry was quiet, not wanting to say the wrong thing.
"I couldn't tell. I think she started to think that i'm ugly."
"Lou, why would you say that?" Harry asked, sitting up a little.
"I don't know, i'm just… me. She's a model, maybe my boring brown hair and stupid blue eyes were just too average for her."
Harry sat up all the way and looked right at Louis, who looked so sad, like he was about to cry. Harry had never seen him so insecure, he felt anger toward Eleanor for hurting him and sadness for Louis who thought he was less than what he really was.
"Listen to me Lou, you are not average. You're talented and funny and you're not ugly. Your blue eyes are not just blue, and not stupid at all, they're the color of the ocean, and your hair is perfect, it's nice and soft ...and fluffy when it rains too much. Lou, she was lucky to have you, and anyone would be. If she can't see how handsome and talented and amazing you are, then you're better off without her. You are incredible and special okay?"
Harry looked to Louis, he'd let his gaze fade as he spoke, out of nervousness and shyness. Harry reached out to Louis and touched his cheek, "You're special to me Lou." He whispered.
Louis smiled and they looked at each other in silence, Harry still caressing his cheek.
Harry finally let his hand drop from Louis and shied away, his gaze falling to his hands in his lap.
"Thanks Harry." Louis said, a bit of apprehension hitting his voice.

"I'm going to shower before it gets too late. Are you going to be okay?" Louis nodded and Harry excused himself and went into the bathroom.
Once Harry was out of the room Louis touched his cheek, he could still feel Harry's warm fingertips on his skin.
"Damn it Tomlinson!" He said to himself, "He's your best friend, don't do this." He ran fingers through his hair and went to his bedroom to change his clothes.

In the bathroom Harry stripped off his clothes. He kept looking at his face in the mirror.
He stood in his underwear and braced his hands on the sides of the sink, he stared at his reflection.
"Harry, what are you doing? You can't do this to him." He was quiet and sounded quite pitiful as he scolded himself.

Louis heard Harry's voice from his bedroom, but wasn't sure what he was saying.
The shower started and Louis stayed in his room and finished changing.
When he heard Harry's deep voice begin to sing, he decided to stay and listen to the boy behind the wall.
"You're a little late, and I'm already torn!" Louis could listen to Harry sing all day, his voice was deeper than his own, and sometimes was rocky, which Louis really liked.

Louis heard the water stop, so he got off the floor of his bedroom and went into the kitchen to get a snack.
Harry walked out of the steamy bathroom, a towel around his waist and his hair still soaking wet.
"Harry you're gonna get everything sopping wet!" Louis complained.
Harry walked into the kitchen, "Sorry, i'm just really hungry. I haven't eaten much today."
Louis couldn't help but notice how fit Harry was. His skin was a bit pale from the winter months, and London wasn't exactly 'tan central,' but never the less, he looked good. His abs were toned, his arms were more muscular than they were when they'd first met, and Harry had a thin trail of hair leading below his belly button. Louis felt like Harry was teasing him, his nearly naked body and wet skin… Louis blushed, his face felt hot, he couldn't help but think about touching Harry. He wanted to rip his towel right off and pin the boy against the counter top… but he knew he couldn't do that.
Harry stuck his head in the fridge and searched for something to eat.
"Can I eat your ice cream Lou?" Harry asked nicely.
"I thought you were 'hungry?'"
"Yeah, but ice cream is better than real food." Harry looked to Louis and smiled.
"Yes, you can have it." Harry took the pint from the freezer and a spoon from a drawer and ate the ice cream in his towel, in the kitchen.
Louis watched Harry as he ate, he licked the chocolate from his pouty pink lips and shoveled another spoonful into his mouth.
Louis blushed again and turned away.
"Are you doing anything tonight Lou?" Harry asked the older boy.
"No, just staying in. You?"
"Same. Want to watch a film or something?"
Louis nodded 'yes' and went to find a flick to watch in the living room.
Harry finished his, or Louis', ice cream and went to his bedroom to put pajamas on.
He walked into the living room with sweatpants on and no shirt.
"Lou, it's hot, can I turn the air on?" Harry whined.
"No Harold. It's not hot, i'm cold. Leave the heat on." Harry pouted as we walked to the couch and sat down. He mumbled 'fine' mostly to himself.
Louis popped the DVD in and sat on the couch next to Harry.
Louis leaned against Harry and pressed play on the remote.
Thirty minutes into the film, Harry had to slip his arm from under Louis.
"My arm in fallin' asleep."
"Sorry." Louis apologized politely and sat up.
"It's okay." Harry assured him, grabbing a small square pillow form the couch and set it in his lap.
Louis moved down on the couch and laid his head on the pillow in Harry's lap.
Harry's fingers found their way to his hair and tangled it around his fingers and combed through it gently.
Louis closed his eyes and focused on Harry's mindless gesture. He could smell the younger boys soapy fresh skin and smiled.