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Louis sighed as he stared up at the ceiling, the snores of the other boys filling the room. It had been three hours since they'd made the collective decision to go to sleep and he was still wide awake. He never normally had trouble sleeping, having four younger siblings meant that he was used to falling asleep with both noise and silence. But, for some reason, sleep wouldn't come to him.
Grumbling to himself quietly, he lowered himself off the top bunk, slid on his shoes and exit the room in pursuit of a hot drink. He padded downstairs in just his jogging bottoms and shoes, knowing that most people in the house were either sleeping or getting ready to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for the house.
He was about to enter the kitchen when he heard the faint sound of humming, stopping him in his tracks. Entering the kitchen, he visibly relaxed when he saw a distinctive mop of curls peeking up from behind the kitchen island.
"Hazza?" Louis whispered, tiptoeing further into the kitchen and around the island. The sight infront of him broke his heart. Harry's face was red and blotchy from crying, his duvet wrapped tightly around him. "Oh Hazza, love. What's wrong?" Louis asked, crouching down in front of the younger boy.
"Nothing, 'm fine." Harry mumbled, wiping his cheeks with his duvet.
"You're obviously not fine, love." Louis sat down infront of Harry, grabbing both of the boy's hands. "What can I do to help? Ice cream? Cup of tea? Want me to prank someone?" His last suggestion caused a small giggle to come from Harry, Louis immediately smiling in response.
"Cuddle?" Harry asked, his voice small and hoarse from crying.
"Of course, love. Budge over a bit." Louis replied, snuggling into the duvet with Harry pressed into his side. Placing a kiss on Harry's head, he pulled the duvet further around the two of them, feeling the younger boy sigh contently.
Tea could wait.