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Louis was lying on the curly guy's bed, his hands were holding his face and although he was exhausted, he was paying attention to the brown-haired man. He was babbling about what he learned today in the operating room, he was saying something about guts and which is the best tool to use when opening a patient's skin to avoid hurting them too much. Louis smiled at how excited he looked.
He closed his eyes as he basked in his friend's sweet laughter and left them closed because he was exhausted, he had been racking his brain all day with a test case he had been assigned at school and let's just say he doesn't go to bed early very often.
-"Are you listening to me, Lou?" -asked the curly-haired man in amusement, as he put his arm around Louis' hip, pulling him closer to his body.
-"Mhm?" -Louis groaned as he was awakened from his little nap. He opened his blue eyes and looked up at Harry. He was looking at him with a smile on his face, showing his flirtatious dimples and white teeth.
-"Are you listening to me?" -He repeated himself-, "It's important what I'm telling you, imagine that someday I'll be unconscious and you're the only person with the knowledge to operate on me, you'll leave me with a horrible scar because you don't know which scalpel to use".
Louis let out a chuckle, settled back on the bed, this time resting his head on the curly man's chest. The contrarian expanded his hand on his hip, decided to also take a comfortable position and cuddle with him.
-"Louis..." -He said as he turned off the lamp at his side, which was the only light illuminating the room, the smaller one responded with a whimper, Harry let out a chuckle,- "Can I kiss you?
There was no answer, Harry panicked for a few seconds, he couldn't distinguish if the reason for the absence of the answer was because Louis didn't want to kiss him or because the blue-eyed boy was asleep.
-"Do you want to kiss me?" -he answered after the long silence.
Harry nodded even though he wasn't sure if the other could see it.
Louis groggily got up through the darkness that flooded the room, walked over to Harry and deposited a kiss on his forehead, then another on his cheek and collapsed back onto the taller one's chest. He curled up on top of him and prepared to fall asleep, but Harry again wouldn't let him.
-"Hey, Lou..."
He groaned again, he really was sleepy. Louis wasn't surprised by his friend's attitude, similar situations had happened, and although he couldn't deny that at first he did find it strange that Harry would ask for acts like that, he was used to it. They never went beyond flirting, and Louis didn't detect even a hint of interest from the curly-haired boy towards him, so he wasn't worried about it either. Those were things friends did, weren't they?
-"I like you," -he blurted out suddenly. Louis didn't open his eyes even though he was a little dismayed. He was playing, wasn't he?
-"I like you too, you're a great friend" -the blue-eyed man replied, playing it down.
-"No, I don't like you as a friend, I like you as something else".
This time Louis opened his eyes wide. He sat up on the bed quickly and looked at Harry a little confused.
-"Did you take anything in the operating room?" -he asked, genuinely concerned.
-"No" -he said with a smile.
-"Then what's wrong with you? Why do you say things like that?"
Harry took the liberty of sitting down as well. They both looked at each other in the darkness and Harry couldn't help but let out a sigh as Louis' blue eyes pierced his soul. He brought a hand up to his opponent's cheek and gently caressed it. He slowly moved closer, coming within inches of him, their breaths mingling and Louis could swear he could feel Harry's nose brush against his.
-"Harry? What are you-"
The dark-haired man interrupted him as he rested his lips on Louis'. The kiss didn't last long, but it made Louis feel a wave of electricity go through his spine. They broke apart, Harry grabbed Louis' waist and laid him down next to him, hugging him as he drifted off to sleep.
Louis' eyes were wide as saucers, he touched the area of his lips that just a few minutes ago had connected with Harry's. He tried not to fall asleep and fight a bit about what had just happened, but the little guy was exhausted and Harry's warmth relaxed him incredibly. He would worry about that tomorrow, maybe it was all a dream.