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a small, light laugh breezes from his lips. It’s funny how just last night he was screaming at Harry,<br />
fuming with anger, his words were toxic <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> harsh. But then he was hiding behind Harry <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
allowing him the trust, the trust he shouldn’t have that Harry would keep him safe. And judging<br />
by the ready <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> tight grip <strong>on</strong> that bat he was more than willing to swing it <strong>on</strong> some<strong>on</strong>e if they<br />
posed a threat, either to his life, or to Louis' life. And that thought was so sweet, it was comforting.<br />
It made Louis melt into a puddle <strong>on</strong> the floor <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> it made him want to stay like that. He highly<br />
doubts that Liam, or even his own father would be willing to do the same. In fact, he knows they<br />
wouldn’t. And that’s his own family, which makes the situati<strong>on</strong> even more of a joke, he barely<br />
knows Harry.<br />
Louis can still remember when he was little, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> he was al<strong>on</strong>e in his room before he had his trusty<br />
nightlight. He was fast asleep, but the images that played in his head felt more than real. He<br />
dreamt about the forrest, the <strong>on</strong>e right behind his childhood home. He was al<strong>on</strong>e, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> the wispy<br />
branches were like h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s reaching out to him, trying to grab him. And he was running, he can<br />
remember the way the breath would <str<strong>on</strong>g>burn</str<strong>on</strong>g> as it entered his lungs. The dirt pounded beneath small,<br />
dirty c<strong>on</strong>verse <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> there was screaming all around him. He couldn’t see further than a few feet in<br />
fr<strong>on</strong>t of him before everything faded into a deep black. He kept running <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> running but so<strong>on</strong> he<br />
wasn’t moving, he was stuck in the same place. Louis didn’t realize that when he was screaming<br />
in his dream, he was screaming in reality. His dad had come running into the room, <strong>on</strong>ly to find it<br />
was just a nightmare. Louis screamed himself awake, eyes immediately l<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>ing <strong>on</strong> his dad,<br />
annoyed <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> leaning against his door frame.<br />
“It was a dream, you’re always so dramatic.” He had said before leaving him to go back to bed,<br />
just like that. It was hard, because Louis was never allowed to feel scared without feeling the<br />
parallel of “pathetic.” Guess it felt nice to have some<strong>on</strong>e that was willing to st<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> in fr<strong>on</strong>t of him<br />
as this burglar/racco<strong>on</strong> was infiltrating the trash beside his bedroom window.<br />
He shook the memory, bringing himself back to the reality of t<strong>on</strong>ight.<br />
“Y’okay?” Harry’s voice startled him, his head snapping to look at him. He must have been<br />
shooting involuntary daggers because Harry raised his h<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>s in defense, “Just a questi<strong>on</strong>.”<br />
“S-sorry, yeah, you just startled me.”<br />
“I seem to do that often.”<br />
“I’m used to living al<strong>on</strong>e, so.”<br />
“Yeah.” Harry’s voice carried through the air, it melded with the c<str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g>le light. His hair is an erratic<br />
mess, still wet but possibly towel dried just a bit, with dry boxers. Apparently, he was smart<br />
enough to change while Louis still stood soaking ass wet in the middle of the living room,<br />
thinking about nightmares from when he was a kid <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> just being all around weird. Of course.<br />
He walks over to his room, wet feet leaving prints <strong>on</strong> the floor <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> almost making him slip <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g><br />
break his neck. He stops right in fr<strong>on</strong>t of Harry, the proximity close enough to feel the heat from<br />
his body, his words come out more of a whisper “Thank you.”<br />
Harry’s lips pull into a small smile at the corner, “For what?”<br />
“Y’know, going out there, with your bat <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> all.” Louis’ voice gets weaker with every word, like<br />
he’s embarrassed to be thanking Harry, but it’s very necessary.<br />
Harry takes a step forward, <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> Louis' face is inches away from his chest, still streaked with rain<br />
water. His eyes travel down, then back up before meeting with jade green eyes, a spike of<br />
electricity shoots up his spine <str<strong>on</strong>g>and</str<strong>on</strong>g> into his brain, his thoughts morphing. “D<strong>on</strong>’t menti<strong>on</strong> it, Louis.