Omg I haven't updated in so long and I'm so sorry!!! I'll do better I promise!!

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The sun shone through the blinds, which didn't do much to contain the brightness, therefore waking up Harry, who groaned at the sudden change of light. He closed his eyes again, rubbing them with his knuckle. He was confused at first, but then a faint blush rose in his cheeks when he remembered why he was in an unfamiliar bed; I slept over at Louis' house, he had thought.

A giggle escaped his lips, and he started to sit up, but was restricted to do so by the weight on his chest. Harry's eyes flew open once again, seeing a body he hadn't noticed before. He blushed even harder thinking to himself; oh yea, I slept with Louis too.

Though he soon gasped, realizing that even though he didn't say that out loud, he didn't mean it like that. Because he could never even imagine doing that kind of sleeping with Louis. He wouldn't want his boyfriend seeing what he thought was his ugly body.

Boyfriend. That one struck a little something in his chest each time he thought it.

"Harry?" Louis' small and sleepy voice broke his thoughts, sending them away as his attention was drawn to the blue eyed boy.

"Hi," Harry whispered, his lips turning upwards at the corners.

Louis chuckled, "Hello, love," he sighed, "hello, boyfriend," he added, and then grinned, and Harry admired his eyes when that happened. How they crinkled at the corners. He liked to believe that it was because Louis smiled so big and happily that nothing could contain his beautiful smile, not even his eyes. He loved it though.

"I like that," he mumbled, his voice raspy from sleep.

Louis snuggled his face farther into Harry's chest, "I like you," he muttered, his voice muffled by Harry's shirt, "I can't help it if that sounded cheesy, it's true," he chuckled, and looked up at the younger boy, a smile still evident on his face.

Harry didn't know what to say. Because he hadn't been able to think of anything that wouldn't make him sound awkward or weird. So he just smiled, and let his cheeks redden, not that he could've stopped that. Though he wanted to do something that could tell Louis; yeah I feel the same way. So he hesitantly leaned down, pressing his lips to Louis' smooth cheek. He would've kissed his lips, he wanted to, but he couldn't find the courage in his bones to make the move. He barely knew anything about kissing anyway.

Louis on the other hand didn't care if he was going to kiss his lips instead, because he was just fine with the cute peck of the cheek. He loved the affection. Even though, he still leaned up, catching Harry's lips with his own. And it was only a small kiss, but it still meant just as much.

"I like you too," he whispered, opening his eyes to meet the other two ocean like ones, "uhm, what time is it?" Harry asked, slightly looking around for a clock. That's when Louis sighed heavily, and sat up to grab his phone.

"About eight twenty. Let's get up and ready. We've probably missed enough work and stuff already," he told the younger boy, kissing his cheek before slowly getting up. Harry watched as he stood, stretching his back, which made his shirt ride up a bit to reveal his tanned skin.

"Uhm, do you have uh clothes that I could maybe wear?" Harry bit his lip, holding his arm nervously. Louis nodded, and walked to his closet, rummaging through the clothes until he found a pair of jeans, a pair that his mum had gotten him. He had never worn them before, for they were too long and not big enough on his bum.

"Here," he cooed, then grabbed a dark green sweater from a drawer, "and here."

"Thanks," Harry blushed, holding the clothes tightly to his chest, "where's the bathroom?"

Louis turned around, a look of confusion written on his face, "You can change in front of me, love, I don't bite," he told him, tilting his head. Harry bit his lip, looking down at the ground embarrassedly.

"I-I don't uhm, I don't like..." he trailed off, getting flustered by the second.

Go somewhere else Harry

He doesn't want to see your body

You're ugly, and fat

Louis stepped forward, cupping Harry's cheeks. The clothes from his hands tumbled onto the carpet, though with the small tears gathered in Harry's eyes Louis didn't care, "Don't be ashamed of your body, Harry. You're so freaking beautiful, in every single way," he spoke, his voice small.

No, you're not.

Harry shut his eyes, "But I just, I, the voices. Th-They say that I'm fat a-and-"

"Don't listen to them. They're all wrong. I don't care what they say," he interrupted. Then what happened next was something Louis didn't think he would have to do. Because he thought that Harry would believe him, but he was someone that was hard to persuade.

Louis turned Harry around to face the big mirror against his wall, lifting his shirt up past his ribs. "Harry, love, look at yourself, you're so thin," he said as Harry tried pulling his shirt back down.

"No, please, Lou, it's gross," he whimpered, and turned himself back around, instantly wrapping his arms around Louis' shoulders as he dug his head into the crook of the older boys neck. "I hate my body," he whispered.

"Stop stop stop stop. Harry, I love your body," he said softly, and took hold of Harry's hands, bringing his arms up and pushing back his sleeves. The boy cringed at the marks on his arms, though Louis just brought his lips to Harry's bare arms, kissing every cut, new and old. "No matter what you say or think. I know you don't like your body and you don't like your scars but they make you who you are. They show the braveness in you, and the accomplishments you've had in getting through whatever made those scars. You are perfect. Okay?" he said gently, and smiled a tiny bit before kissing Harry. He didn't care that they had only just gotten together the night before. Because with all that had happened already, Louis felt as if it was so much longer. And he couldn't help himself from slowly becoming whipped by the boy in front of him.

For some reason, even though he still didn't like his body, Louis' words were comforting. He had so much confidence in his boyfriend, more than Harry had himself. So Harry kissed back, moving his arms so they snaked around the shorter boy's waist.

"Thank you," Harry mumbled, letting Louis press small kisses to his lips repeatedly, "you uhm, have more confidence and pride in me than I have in m-myself. And it means a lot that you believe in me. I-I don't love myself or my body, but you do, and I've never felt loved like that before and it's amazing and I thank you for doing that," he rambled, letting an involuntary tear run down his cheek as he hugged Louis tight.

"Let's just stay home today, yeah? If we get in trouble we'll say that it was my idea anyway," Louis suggested.

Harry just nodded, "As long as I don't have to go near Marcus or Sam or Zayn, and get to stay with you," he murmured, blushing at practically nothing.

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