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"Harry."

"Yes, boyfriend?" Harry answered back, emphasizing on the word 'boyfriend' as he followed the small boy to the bedroom.

"You've been doing that for the past five hours, can you stop?" Louis groaned, collapsing on the bed and pretending to suffocate himself with the pillows that were laid out on the bed—he never understood why Harry had so many pillows but the boy always claimed it was, 'Better for his back'.

"As you wish, boyfriend." Harry said as he walked into the room, crawling up on Louis and straddling his hips. He made sure not to press his whole body weight on him as he leaned down a little to peck his lips.

"At first it was cute now it's just annoying. I will slap you with a chair." Louis said, Harry gasping.

"I don't tolerate violence in this house."

"Let's take it outside, then." Louis bit back, trying to squirm free from Harry but failing after two attempts.

"Alright-"

"Harry, if you say it, I swear to God..." Louis warned, lips pressed together. Harry just looked at him mischievously, a slight smirk dancing on his lips.

"-boyfriend." He finished, laughing when Louis groaned again.

"Okay, that's it. I take it back, I'm not going to be your boyfriend. I didn't sign up for this." He said, trying to push Harry off but not being able to do so because now, Harry was holding onto his waist and burying his face in his neck, saying 'No' about a billion times.

"There are no backsies-"

"Did you just say 'backsies'?" Louis cut him off, raising an eyebrow as he tried not to let a fond smile creep onto his face.

"-you already said yes." Harry mumbled against his skin, tickling the boy a little but he held back his giggles.

"Get off me and I won't leave you." And Harry couldn't have gotten off any faster.

"You wouldn't leave, anyway, I'm too cute." Harry batted his eyelashes then giggled, kissing Louis softly. "Would you like breakfast?" He asked carefully, knowing this was a sensitive subject for the lad.

Louis hummed a little then after half a minute of thinking he nodded. "Just—make some for yourself and I'll eat a little from that." He said shyly, making Harry smile so, so wide.

Louis had been getting a little better when it came to eating more and throwing up less. Sure, he still wasn't getting the amount of food someone his age and height should be getting but it was still something; baby steps.

Harry always told Louis that he was doing it on his own but Louis knew that if it wasn't for the fact that Harry was there, helping him throughout the way that eating would be the last thing he would want to do, ever.

He still didn't know, though, if he actually wanted to get better. Wasn't sure if he could actually eradicate the eating disorder from his life forever. He was too scared to take that giant step. But he really was trying and that was what mattered.

*

"I hate parties."

"You hate everything." Niall replied to Louis, rolling his eyes as he walked down the sidewalk with him, Harry and Josh.

Niall dragged all of them to a frat party that he was lucky enough to get invited to and Niall, for some reason, was so eager to take them all—Louis figured it was A) Because Niall loved drinks and loved free drinks even more and B) It would probably be the first, and last, time he would get invited to one of these crazy parties, where the people got so drunk and music so loud that the whole neighborhood would be complaining and calling the cops.