Half the world away.

Chapter 14

"Honey..." Anne shook him lightly to try and wake him up, " it's time for breakfast."

Harry groaned and stretched in his bed, the sheets warmed by the sunlight pouring in from the window.

"What did you do last night?"

"I ehm... I didn't go home immediately."

"Did you drink?"

"God no, but I... I met someone, and then I met another someone," Harry mumbled sleepily into his pillow.

"You had some guys over then?"

"Kinda... They seemed to like my skirt."

"I can tell..."

"What-" Harry turned over, realising he was still wearing the skirt from last night, but there was a big cum stain on the top of it, "-Ah shit!" He shrieked and pulled the covers over himself.

"It's alright, you're nineteen, I'm glad you're getting some action, especially after Louis, I think it's good of you to move on." Anne patted his cheek with a slight smirk.

"About that..." Harry started, but paused, unsure of whether he should tell his mother that Louis was there or not, but she seemed to catch on by herself.

"No!?" She gasped, "He was here?" Harry nodded and her eyes widened, "What does he think he's doing?"

"The situation he's in is apparently not what we thought... I'm not sure I should go into it more but... I'm gonna be just fine," Harry smiled goofily and Anne laughed.

"You're lovesick, Darling."

"I know."

**

Harry was walking through the little shop he just entered. It was a mixture of clothes and furnishings, and he was stuck in the clothes section. There were so many bright colours and patterns that he didn't know where to begin. He found a pair of casual shorts and a blue shirt. The blue colour reminded him almost exactly of Louis' eyes, and he thought about what his mother told him the day before, 'Completely lovesick' he was.

He grabbed a few clothes to try, some more scandalous than others, and walked into the tiny fitting room in the far back corner of the shop.

To his satisfaction, the area contained air conditioning and he was glad that he could finally breathe without sweating an ocean.

He put the different items on hangers and began stripping from his shirt and jeans. He toed off his shoes to remove his trousers, and put on the shorts he picked out. They were quite loose on his thighs and he liked it. It wasn't a smart choice to choose his tightest jeans to bring in the middle of summer, and especially not in Italy.

He turned to look in the mirror on the side and jumped with a silent shriek. Louis was apparently standing behind him. How hadn't he noticed? He turned around again to look Louis in the eyes, and the boy laughed lightly.

"Good morning," he said and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around Harry's naked waist, "you didn't hear me come in?"

"No... Good morning," Harry smiled.

"Those are lovely," Louis told him, tracing his hands over the pale fabric of the shorts, covering Harry's bum.

"Thanks, I was thinking about buying stuff that wasn't so tight, my body needs to breathe in this heat," Harry explained and turned around again, checking himself in the mirror, Louis' hands steady on his waist. He paused and looked into the mirror, more specifically at Louis, in the mirror. Their eyes met and he smiled mischievously before pushing his bum back.