*i lost a few readers so thank you to those who are still reading. I'm definitely not complaining, I'm really just trying to tell you how thankful I am that you stick around. (: xx *

(Picture above gave me the idea so there you know what's about to happen ;D )

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The second time that Harry woke was by the smell.

It was the smell of bacon and eggs... Burnt bacon and eggs.

Harry scrambled from the bed and into the kitchen, coughing when he entered a room thick with grey smoke.

"Louis?" He called out, not being able to see the small boy.

"Here! I'm here!" Louis wheezed, appearing in front of Harry, hand clutching his chest.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, darting towards the oven to turn off the stovetop.

Louis was still coughing, so Harry opened the apartment door and began fanning it out. It didn't take long for the people on the floor to come out. There were five apartments on each floor, meaning all five doors were open.

There was the young girl with her daughter, an older woman who was very grumpy and only loved cats, an older dark-skinned woman with three children, and Niall. Everyone but the Irish lad was complaining when they found out it was the 'gamer boy' and his 'little boyfriend' causing the trouble.

Eventually, the smoke managed to clear out and everyone went back into their apartments except Niall, who joined the two in going back into Harry's apartment.

Louis was teary-eyed beyond belief. Harry's heart ached just looking at him.

"I'm sorry. I was trying to make you breakfast but... I'm not exactly the greatest cook," Louis explained, his voice hoarse.

Harry sighed and pulled Louis into a hug while Niall cleaned up the mess in the kitchen.

"What were you making?" Harry asked, sitting onto the couch and pulling Louis onto his lap.

"An... An omelet, s'all! I can't even cook an omelet!" Louis dug his face into Harry's neck.

"Baby, it's okay," Harry assured the smaller lad, running his own fingers gently against Louis's shivering spine.

"It's not okay! I always manage to ruin everything!"

Harry's body went rigid. He remembered feeling exactly like that. He remembered ruining everything for his mother and for one of the best friends he could ever have.

"Louis.... Do you... Do you hurt yourself in any way?"

Louis was surprised by the question. "N-no. Why?"

"Because.... Well, y'know about the scars," Harry mumbled shyly, scratching his thigh on habit.

"Yeah?"

"Well... A while ago... I-"

"Kitchen is clean!" Niall announced as he bounced into the living area, hands on his hips as if he was a superhero.

Harry was already pushing Louis gently onto the couch and dashing back to his bedroom. This wasn't good.

He could feel it. He could feel the pain and the sadness and everything from before. He could feel the depression sinking back into his veins.

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"Harry?" Louis whispered, gently shaking the lad awake.

Harry grunted in response, rolling over and cringing when something dug into his side.

"No, love, you rolled into the door. Get up, let's get you something to eat."

Harry smiled to himself at the angelic voice, still lost as to where he was.

He finally opened his eyes and met Louis's beautiful blue ones- the eyes that were so blue that Harry didn't even think he could describe them. Because they weren't just... Blue.

"C'mon, that's it," Louis coaxed, helping Harry stand to his feet.

"What happened?" Harry mumbled.

"I think you passed out. Niall told me to leave you alone for a minute. We heard the door slam and then we heard you getting sick and the commode flush... And then it was silence before there was a loud thump."

Harry groaned. "Feels like I've been hit by a bus!"

Louis let out a breath-taking laugh before guiding Harry from the room.

"What time is it?"

"Only noon. You've been out for only fifteen minutes. Think you came back after five minutes, but you were too dazed out. What happened?"

"Honestly, I don't know... I was just thinking."

"I told you that your brain would give out if you think terribly hard- it's not used to that kind of pressure, Styles," Louis teased with a light giggle.

Harry nearly passed out again, Louis was so cute.

"M'hungry."

"I can make some-"

"I think I'll find something myself," Harry cut in, smirking at the older, who crossed his arms and pouted.

Harry made two microwaveable chicken alfredos and sat them on the table with forks, salt, and pepper. Louis waited for Harry to eat a few forkfuls before digging in himself.

"Where'd Niall go?" Harry asked.

"Back home to shower. I invited him over to watch some movies and hang out."

Harry mock-gasped. "You did?!"

"Yes, you bloody idiot, he's one of your best friends and it's your birthday."

"Don't pull that shit, Tommo. You would've had a conniption fit had I invited him myself just a week ago!"

"Shut up and eat your fucking alfredo."

"Yes, princess."

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Niall did come over. He was wearing a cute little reindeer sweater and sweatpants, carrying a pack of Oreos and a few movies.

"You brought Oreos?!" Louis squealed, lunging for the blonde boy as soon as he stepped through the door.

"Yes, I did... I'm tired of you coming to steal them, Tommo!"

"Technically," Louis quipped with a superior look, taking the Oreos from Niall's hands and cocking an eyebrow, "Harry steals them."

"For you!" Harry protested, rolling his eyes. But he couldn't help the fond smile taking place.

"Doesn't matter, m'bringing them this time. Why don't you buy your own?"

"That's a waste of money."

"How?"

"Because you buy them," Louis spoke with a smirk.

They all cuddled up on the couch with Harry in the middle. Louis cuddled against Harry's side, clinging onto him while Niall placed his head on Harry's shoulder.

They watched Crazy, Stupid Love because it was a mixture of comedy (for Niall and Louis) and romance (for Harry).

Eventually, Niall fell asleep and Louis was close to it.

"Little nap before dinner?" Harry asked softly, brushing back Louis's hair. The older nodded and poked out his lips adorably. Smirking, Harry dipped down to kiss his lips, moving them together for a few minutes.

It was cute and soft and Louis sighed when it got too lazy, snuggling into Harry's side again.

"You're a fucking lazy prat, Styles."

"I'm not lazy in bed, Tomlinson."

Harry got punched after that.

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Wtf did I just write. I actually imagined this better in my head. *sigh*

So yeah Harry had depression. You've already taken your guesses as to why, I suppose...

So.

QOTC:

What do you think happened to Harry's mother?

And Harry's best friend??? What friend?

Maddie doesn't spoil who the friend is or I'll beat you up :p Not rly ily but please don't say anything