Louis felt like he was in an alternative universe or had entered a strange dream. Here he was now, sitting on his couch with Harry right next to him and crying his eyes out to the; in his opinion, saddest scene ever. And what made this whole thing so surreal was that Harry was crying as well. Yes, Harry was legit crying over Boromir's death scene and Louis didn't see that one coming. But maybe he should have.

From the moment the movie had started Harry has been spellbound. He had asked questions when he has been confused or commented on everything he had noticed. He had given his opinion on every character so far and especially on the amazing music of the movies. To make it short: Harry was absolutely in love.

Still, Louis would have never expected Harry to actually cry over anything. Especially not Boromir's death and he wasn't quite sure why he had thought it was so impossible. He himself had tried many times to make Harry see that emotions are okay and that he was feeling something. So why was Louis so surprised that he has been right and Harry could really cry over a movie?

"He died the death of a hero but I don't think I will ever recover from it" cried Harry after Boromir's last words.

"No one ever recovers from it, Haz" tried Louis to stifle his own tears but it was in vain. He was a sucker for Boromir.

"How can you watch that over and over again? This is cruel, Lou" wiped Harry his tears away but they kept falling, seeing Frodo and Sam on the water in a boat.

"But it's also one of a kind. The pain belongs to this experience just as much as the joy and the epic. It makes people feel things and that's good" explained Louis to him.

"Huh, that sounds logical" mused Harry emotionally.

"Thanks. I have those moments sometimes" chuckled Louis tearfully.

"Maybe watching this with you wasn't a good idea. You keep distracting me" pushed Harry him aside as the credits rolled down.

"Oh yeah?" cocked Louis an eyebrow at him.

"Very much so" crossed Harry his arms over his chest.

"And what did I do according to you? I'm simply here, watching my favourite movie. Nothing distracting about this, Haz" challenged Louis him cheekily.

"Your mere presence is distracting" booped Harry Louis' nose but then paled on the spot, leaving Louis behind in shock with the tip of his nose tingling "And your comments make me think about what you could possibly hint at with that sassy mouth of yours".

"Stop trying to save yourself. Just admit that I'm fabulous" joked Louis to ease the weird new tension between them.

"You caught me there" held Harry his hands up in the air with a huge grin on his face.

"Knew it" laughed Louis heartfelt. "Ready for part two, lazy pants?".

"If it makes me cry some more then no" shook Harry his head childishly.

"You really think it gets better from here on and not worse?" looked Louis incredulously at him.

"Maybe?" grinned Harry sheepishly, making Louis laugh at him. "Ey, a boy can dream".

"But you're not a boy, Haz. You're too old to still count as a boy" noted Louis matter-of-factly.

"Well, a man can still dream as well" corrected Harry himself joyfully.

"Oh yeah, what a man" snorted Louis sarcastically.

"You cried as well" pinched Harry his side, making Louis jump to the side. "Oh, are you ticklish?".

"Me? No, never" claimed Louis unconvincingly. "And unlike you, I'm very emotionally bruised and just cry over everything when it's a movie because I never cry in real life. What's your excuse?".

Damn, Louis couldn't believe he actually just said that. But somehow it didn't feel wrong or like he just exposed himself. He said it in a joking manner although it was true but he had no problem with admitting this to Harry. Not every revelation of tiny bits of his secret and rough past had to be sad and emotional and special. He could throw in bits and pieces in random banter and didn't feel weak anymore. Or pathetic. No, he felt safe.

"Locked up tears worth of a lifetime" crawled Harry closer to him, Louis backing away.

"Haz, no" warned Louis him as he hit with his back against the end of his couch and Harry came closer and closer.

"Haz, yes" laughed Harry evilly.

Not giving him any chance to escape, Harry directly attacked him. As soon as Harry had touched his sides Louis couldn't hold his laughter in. The feeling of Harry's fingertips pinching, nudging and rubbing over his sides left Louis in stitches, bubbling over with uncontrolled laughter. Under Harry's merciless hands, Louis twitched from side to side, almost choking on his own laughter and feeling tears prickle in his eyes. His legs kicked wildly around, completely out of control, and almost hit Harry straight in the face or his balls but Louis thought that's what he deserved.

"Oi, keep your feet to yourself. I still need my balls ... or my face" caught Harry Louis' feet in his hands.

"Oi, keep your hands to yourself" wiggled Louis out of the tight grip, kicking Harry square onto his chin, which made him crack up laughing even more. "Maybe you should worry more about your face than your balls, Harold".

"With such marvellous features as mine, it's a bit difficult to get my priorities straight, Lewis. I'm not sure yet what attracts people more and while I'm trying to figure that out you decided to just kick me in the face. Now I'll get a scar on my chin and it's your fault" tried Harry to sound mad but he couldn't hold his laughter in.

"Oh, my poor Haz. It's such a shame you think I could really ruin your chances of hooking up with a simple kick. A scar makes you look like a rebel and people love bad boys" cackled Louis loudly.

"I really hope for you that you're right or that people are attracted by my balls, which you didn't ruin yet" pointed Harry directly into Louis' face.

"Stop talking about your balls every two seconds. Some might think you're obsessed with them. And what the hell do you mean with yet? You think I'm gonna ruin your balls in the future?" smirked Louis nastily up at him.

"Get your head out of the gutter, Lou" tickled Harry him again now, making them both giggle like crazy.

"Stop, stop. Mercy. Please".

Immediately, Harry stilled his evil fingers and just let them stay where they had been tickling Louis a second ago. They locked eyes with Harry still holding Louis close.

"Only because you said please" breathed Harry out close to Louis' face like it was a secret.

"How gracious of you" rolled Louis his eyes sassily.

"Don't make me regret it, Lou" warned Harry him easily.

"You want me to ruin your balls next?" smirked Louis smugly at him while he was sitting back up.

"No, thanks. One scar is enough" rubbed Harry over his chin dramatically.

"Is there really a scar now?" became Louis suddenly worried. He never meant on actually hurting Harry.

"Not even a scratch" covered Harry his chin with his hand.

"Let me see, Haz" scooted Louis over to him.

"There's nothing to s ...".

"Harry" cut Louis him off firmly.

"Fine".

Slowly, Harry removed his hand from his chin and Louis inspected it closely. It was a bit red and Louis could see a tiny spot in the middle of it. It looked like his foot left a teeny tiny mark behind on Harry's face. Carefully, Louis touched Harry's jaw, cupping it with one hand. Gently, he stroked over it and tilted Harry's face more towards him. He could feel Harry's eyes on his face when he softly touched the red mark he had caused with his foot.

"It's nothing" mumbled Harry barely audible.

"It's a mark and I caused it. I hurt you, even if it was just a little bit and accidentally" frowned Louis guiltily.

"We were fooling around. This happens, Lou" was Harry now the one lifting Louis' head up, making them lock eyes again. Louis never stopped touching Harry's face.

"Still" insisted Louis stubbornly.

"You could always kiss it better".

In Harry's eyes, Louis couldn't really see if he was joking or being serious and that scared Louis a tiny bit. Harry could only mean that as a joke, right? He couldn't possibly want Louis to kiss it better. He couldn't really want Louis' lips on his face, his chin ... or even his own lips. No, that wasn't possible. He had to be joking.

"You're such an idiot" pushed Louis him backwards playfully, swallowing heavily and finally removing his hand from Harry's face but also directly missing Harry's touch.

"It was getting too serious and we still wanted to watch another movie or even two" grinned Harry broadly.

"You're the worst" started Louis to relax again.

In the end, they ended up watching part two and three throughout the night. The extended version, obviously. With many tears and many laughs. Close to 2 am in the morning they fell asleep in Harry's bed and if they had cuddled up together no one needed to know that, not even themselves.

The next morning, Louis woke up to the smell of bacon lingering in the air. Feeling knackered, he stretched and tiredly stood up. Wearing nothing more than pyjama bottoms and a loose t-shirt, he padded into the kitchen. There he spotted Harry standing by the stove, looking cute and sexy at the same time while seemingly cooking some breakfast.

"Didn't you once tell me you can't cook?" leaned Louis against the doorframe, startling Harry with his voice.

"Gosh, you scared me" breathed Harry heavily. "And yeah, maybe. But I was mostly telling this myself because being able to cook didn't fit my reputation and it reminded me of my Mum. Truth is, I actually can make some decent food".

"Hopefully decent enough to not kill me. I have work tomorrow" walked Louis over to him, appreciating the sprinkles of dark honesty here and there.

"You're gonna die because it's so good" placed Harry a plate with bacon and eggs on the table, signalling Louis to sit down.

"Let's see, Mister Fancy Food" rolled Louis his eyes when he sat down.

"I really need to find names for you as well. It's really not fair that you get to call me so many weird nicknames every day and I have nothing" accompanied Harry him at the table.

"You can't force natural talent, Haz. Give it up. I'm the nickname king" started Louis to eat and damn, that food tasted delicious.

"Well then, King Louis. Is my food good enough for your majestic tongue and taste buds?" leaned Harry his head down on his hands, studying Louis closely.

"That didn't sound as smooth and clever as you tried, Haz. It was simply weird but I have to admit, your food is amazing. You have to cook more often because I really can't cook for shit and live from frozen food or delivery services" admitted Louis light-heartedly.

"Thanks. I'm glad I'm better than a frozen pizza" snorted Harry amused.

"Can you make actual pizza though?" threw Louis him a questioning look.

"I never tried but we could do it together sometime. Then you can find out if my food is worth sticking around" suggested Harry to him, sounding a tad bit too serious for their playful joke.

"Nah, even if your pizza is horrible I'm gonna stick around. That doesn't mean we shouldn't find out how your pizza tastes" replied Louis nonchalantly.

"So, we have a da ... deal. This will be the best pizza ever" stuffed Harry his mouth with his bacon, almost choking on it, making Louis laugh at him.

"We'll see. For now, we have a date with Bilbo Baggings and thirteen dwarfs" changed Louis the subject smoothly.

"I will never be able to remember all their names" was Harry sure of it.

"Believe me, you will and you're gonna love them but don't compare it to The Lord Of The Rings. It's different" reminded Louis him while taking his dishes over to the sink.

"I know. The Hobbit is a children's book while the lord of the rings is for adults. Different mood" remembered Harry his words, making Louis smile.

"Exactly" splashed Louis a little bit of water into Harry's face when he was next to the sink.

"Ey! That's not fair" exclaimed Harry squeaky.

"Life's not fair, Harold" suppressed Louis his proud smile.

"I can't stand you. Now I'm gonna ignore you throughout the whole movie" pouted Harry like a baby.

"I'd like to see you try".