Talent. {l.s}

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Louis was in the kitchen of his apartment making eggs and bacon while Harry lay in the bedroom. Harry has been in bed since the night before. He hadn't spoken at all except for when he told Louis he wanted to go to the apartment instead of his own house.

Louis snuck into the bedroom, slowly pushing the door open to see Harry lying in the same position he had been in since he got in the bed. Louis sighed, putting the tray of food on the bedside table. He knew Harry was awake. He didn't sleep much that night.

Louis crawled onto the bed and laid behind Harry's bigger body, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. He nuzzled his face into Harry's hair, breathing in the scent of his boyfriend.

Harry stared straight ahead, no emotion on his face. He couldn't stop thinking of his mum and dad. That was part of the reason he didn't want to go home. You see, he had pictures of his mum and dad before the incident. His mum wasn't too happy with them but it helped Harry believe he was in a normal functioning family. He felt safer.

He could feel Louis tracing circles onto his bare tummy. The warmth of his boyfriend pressed up to his back made him a little calmer. Harry had his hand on the edge on the mattress, gripping the sheet. It was an attempt at stopping the thoughts that flooded his entire being.

He sighed, feeling Louis shift behind him. He was worried that he was getting up but then Louis started humming. Harry relaxed and finally shut his eyes. He didn't recognize the tune but that didn't matter. It sounded beautiful.

"I've been sleeping with the lights on. Cause the darkness is surrounding you. This is my world, this is my choice. And you're the drug that gets me through." Louis sang softly, only loud enough that Harry could hear, even though no one else was there. Harry almost started crying because of the beautiful sound.

"I've been waiting for an answer. Because I built this bed for two. I'm just waiting on your answer. I built this bed for me and you." Harry moved his hand from the edge of the mattress and held Louis' hand tightly. He then lifted his leg back over Louis'.

Louis saw this as progress and continued to sing the song. He used his free hand to stroke Harry's curls. As the song came to an end, he gave Harry's hand a squeeze.

"I made some breakfast," Louis whispered, hoping Harry would sit up and talk again.

There was a long silence before Harry returned to his previous position. His hand gripping the edge of the mattress and his legs pulled up to his chest.

"'M not hungry," Harry rasped out. His voice sounded broken and upset. It killed Louis to see him like this. He just sighed and placed a kiss on Harry's shoulder blade.

He then sat up and crossed his legs, looking down on the mess of curls. His heart clenched, he was so confused. He didn't know what was going on or why he was so upset.

"What can I do to help?" Louis asked, breaking the unbearable silence. He waited for a response but it never came.

"Can I call someone?" He grew desperate, "Should I call Anne?"

That's when he finally got a reaction. Harry practically jumped up, a distressed look on his face.

"No! Don't call her," he tried to raise his voice but it cracked in the middle of his sentence, "Please."

"Why not?" Louis was taken aback, "Does she have something to do with why you were so distraught yesterday?"

"What? No! I mean- uh," Harry's stuttered, "Just don't call her."

"Why not? Something is clearly very wrong! You're worrying me Harry," Louis leaned over to the side table to get his phone. Harry reaches to grab it from him but Louis managed to dodge him and stand up, off the bed.