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“I took some time 'cause I've ran out of energy
Of playing someone I heard I'm supposed to be.”
Both Harry and Louis waved back and closed the door.
The two men quietly went and sat on the sofa, shifting simultaneously to be close to each other.
“We need to talk,” both of them started at first.
“You first,” they echoed again.
Both the men turned towards each other. Each tried to hold an expressionless face when suddenly, both broke into fits of laughter. They laughed and laughed until the situation wasn’t awkward anymore.
Harry was the first who recovered,”Seriously, we need to talk.”
“Yeah,” Louis said sobering up.
“I’m sorry Lou,” Harry said looking directly into the calm blue eyes.
“Why, love?” Louis asked.
“Because I invited Liam, without asking you,” Harry explained.
“Well you don’t have to haz, it’s your home too,” Louis offered the younger man a smile.
“Well, then because I failed to notice that we were making you insecure,” Harry replied honestly.
Louis broke the eye contact at that.
“Lou? Are you angry with me?”
Louis laughed softly,”I don’t think I have the ability enough to be angry with you, love.”
“Then please tell me what you’re feeling. Please, Boo,” Harry pleaded with wide, innocent eyes.
“It’s not your fault Haz in what has happened and I won’t ever blame you, remember please. But please also remember that...I love you. I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, I try hard not to let that happen but I think you ought to know it now.”
Louis looked back into the green eyes again.
“I know you aren’t obligated to act like one but you are my husband Harry and it hurts me to know that this time has come where you aren’t comfortable enough to share things with me. That you try to seek out the listener in Liam. Or, at least I think you are doing that. Again, I’m not blaming you. I can’t. Not for this, nor for the ..accident,” Louis explained truthfully.
“Is that what you think Lou?” Harry asked quietly.
Louis simply dropped the gaze.
Harry didn’t seem to like it as he hooked two fingers underneath the older man’s chin and swiftly lifted his gaze to match his own.
“You know? I don’t remember you, obviously. But when I’m around you, I feel at ease. There’s just something about you that attracts me to you more than what I had expected,” Harry told him.
“I had invited Liam because I wanted to know about you. More than what is on the net. And I was embarrassed to ask you directly, I guess? So, I thought to call Liam. I see how you try to act annoyed with him but how much you both care about each other too. He’s told me things about you, us, that made you shine ten times brighter in my eyes. I see how much you long to touch me the way you wanna but hold back. Because of me. I see how much it hurts you when you bring up something from the past and I can’t remember it. Louis, it’s been more than ten years since I’ve known you but today, to me, right now? It only feels three months. After I woke up on that hospital bed, beside you, that was the first day I got to know you. I won’t say I felt some kind of instant connection but I did feel something sliding into its place once I started spending time with you. I don’t remember you. Any of you, but I want to Lou, I do. And that’s what Liam was helping me with,” Harry revealed slowly.
“I wanna remember you Lou. So bad. I feel like I’m falling for you again and I’m scared that you won’t be able to love me like yo do to your Harry. The one who had memories. I’m sorry if I made you insecure, feel bad about me or yourself. That was never my intention and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!”
“Oh baby!” Louis cooed, pulling the younger man in his arms.
By the end of Harry’s explanation, both of them had tears running out of their eyes. This made Louis feel even more vulnerable. More Exposed. To Harry. But he didn’t care.
“I’m sorry Lou.”
“No. No, love. You don’t have to be sorry. You don’t. You’ve done both wrong. Nothing. Shh. Don’t cry. I love you. I’ll always love you. This version, that version, every version of you. Shh,” Louis tried to calm down Harry.
“That’s what he said,” Harry replied instead, pressing himself closer to the other man.
“What,” Louis chuckled.
“Liam. He said that. What you just said, I mean. I thought I’d make a cheeky remark,” Harry blushed and hid his face further into Louis’ chest.
“Haha. Very funny. You little shit!” Louis laughed.
“I’m not little,” Harry replied again,” or shit.” He pointed out after a moment.
“Pardon me my giant majesty!” Louis teased, making Harry smack his back slightly.
Both of them then settled into the comfortable silence and the warmth provided by the other person.
“Wanna go to sleep? Had a bit of waterworks there, both of us. And it’s quite late too?” Louis asked quietly.
“Will we cuddle?” Harry asked just as silently.
“Of course I’ll cuddle my soft toy,”Louis teased again, earning another smack to his back.
“Oi! Quit hitting me!” Louis whisper-yelled, trying to act offended.
“Then stop teasing me and carry me to bed, peasant!” Harry replied, yawning against Louis’ shoulder.
Louis smiled.
“As my majesty wishes.”
That night, while two of the most famous singers slept, the younger one, partially on top of the older one, the latter again wished for the same thing he now wished every night. For his husband to become happy again.