Louis had fallen asleep on Harry, but didn't want to be too clingy and once the younger boy had fallen asleep, he had shifted to laying on his stomach next to him; arms crosses under a pillow as his back was exposed. Small criss crossed scars across it from the glass from the car wreck, but Louis hasn't looked at then since the accident and so he forgets they're there. He mumbles a bit in his sleep, something he's still trying to get use to getting; sleep, and turns his head to the other side, making it face away from the sunlight streaming in until his phone goes off, grabbing his attention. For a moment; he lets himself believe that this is another reality. That him and Harry are living together and happy and this call is Zayn asking if he'll be at the tattoo parlor later for his shift. Which is exactly why when he reaches for his phone and see the name through groggy eyes, he answers it with a cheery, "Hello, Zee. G'morning." And for a second or two, it's just silence from the shock of how happy Louis seems to sound.

Harry sighed at the noises coming from he other side of the bed and moaned as he flipped on to his stomach, his arms laying I top of the pillow that. Zayn had found himself worrying threw another sleepless night as Louis was god knows where. He just wanted to see if Louis was even still alive, breathing clean air at lest. But what Zayn wasn't expecting was to hear a cheerful Louis on the other end of the phone. Not to say that Zayn didn't like the idea, because he did, a lot, it was just a shock got he younger boy. "G-good morning Louis?" He asked into the phone, finding the voice sounding like Louis but the time not belonging to him, "Where are you, where have you been?" Zayn asked in a quick rush, knowing Louis and his phone calls didn't last very long and if he had something to say he'd better tell Louis quickly.

Louis giggled softly into the phone and nuzzled his nose into the pillow, giving a small yawn in proof that he had been sleeping. Actually sleeping. "M' at home, silly." He cooed down the line and turned to face Harry, using his fingers to sift and card through the younger boy's curls. "Harry's home today." And okay, so maybe the delusions are a bit more today, but he is really happy at the moment, and in which reality he really is in can take a hike, because he doesn't want to lose it. "He's still sleeping. Always so tired." He whispered fondly, leaning down to kiss Harry's jaw and had he realized that this was the longest call they've had in almost five yeah, he would have felt relieved to hear Zayn's voice. "What are you up to?" He asked cutely, stroking his thumb down Harry's cheek.

Zayn listed to Louis rambles, the topic being changed around but Zayn didn't mind all that much as he concentrated more on Louis overly happy tone, that would have been obnoxious to anyone other the Zayn who just grew a smile of his own, the grin almost splitting his face right down the middle. "Looking after Niall, he's got a bit of a cold," Zayn sighed as he looked down at the blond in his lap, his ear pressed to the ski. Above Zayn's beating heart. Harry smiled lightly at the affection Louis gave him, his eyes opening and if he could, he would love to wake up like this every day. A wide smile on each of their faces as they playfully found ways to wake each other up, "Morning," Harry said as he stretched, not noticing the phone just yet. Harry rolled over and on to Louis, not actually putting any weight on the boy as he used his arms to keep him above Louis. Harry leaned down slowly, welcoming Louis to the morning with a feathery kiss.

Louis hummed at Zayn as he watched Harry seem to come around, nudging the younger boy's nose with his own. And God, what he wouldn't give for it to be like this everyday. "Tell little Nialler that I miss him and that we should all do dinner soon." He chirped sweetly, completely in bliss of the idea that his head has given him in this moment. Which should be another warning sign as to Louis and Niall don't exactly 'get along'. It's more like 'attempt to play nice for Zayn's same'. Louis squeaked and giggled at Harry's antics, straight into the phone, and where he would have been embarrassed, he couldn't be. He was too happy right there under Harry as he gave soft kisses. "Morning, Haz." He says fondly, leaning further up and kissing Harry more firmly, keeping them together for a while as he moves his lips against the younger boy's. "Did you sleep well?" He asked happily, stroking Harry's cheek in sheer content.

Harry laughed lightly, prepping Louis face with sweet, butterfly kisses. "Slept great," he mumbled as he ghosted his lips above Louis, leaning down to randomly peck the every know and again. Zayn's eyes went wide, because yes, that was his overly depressed friend giggling like a five-year-old on Christmas day. The last time Zayn had even heard an attempted fake laugh from Louis was around a year ago, and he had forgotten how wonderful it was, even if Zayn was only a friend, he missed hearing Louis laugh. "Who's we?" Zayn asked curiosity brows drawn together creating worry lines. He listened closer to the background noises, hearing shuffling and movement as more giggles fell from Louis mouth. He could hear a deep voice on the other line, only increasing his frown. He knew Louis was with a different man every night, but had this one drugged him? Surely he wasn't this happy by himself, and Zayn knew that nobody could make Louis this happy, so was he as high out of his wits as he sounded?

Louis smiled widely and laughed softly at Harry's lips against his skin. "Harry!" He chuckled, moving his face away from him as he playfully tried to push the younger boy away; except he doesn't really want him to go. "M' on the phone. You're being silly." He teased before kissing Harry properly once more and wiggling the phone back to his ear. "Just Harry and I, told you, Zee." He said cheerfully, bringing his hand to Harry's curls and twirling them around his finger. "You know him. Tall, cute, curls, dimples?" He tried to remind Zayn glancing up at Harry and smiling. "He's being as blonde as Niall today." He told Harry, leaning his head back into the pillows as he kept his eyes with the green ones in front of him. "Have you hit your head, Zayn?" He asked kindly with a small laugh, but suddenly the look and feel he's getting from Harry and the words and tone he's getting from Zayn are starting to make him a little more than nervous. "What's wrong with you two?" He asked with an awkward chuckle.

Harry smiled slowly panned at Louis tone, was Zayn trying to take away his happy little Lou? What was he talking about with him? The conversation was only one need for Harry, not being able to tell what the other boy was saying, but whatever it was, it was affecting Louis never seen before happy mood. So Harry squirmed off of Louis, after placing a soft kiss to the older boys head. He got up from the bed, looking around the floor for a pair of clean boxers before slipping them on and walking out his bedroom door, only to poke his head in not even a second later, ghost of a smile on his lips, "Do you feel like eating?" He asked, not wanting to make Louis uncomfortable like yesterday. Zayn's frown was impossibly big, because no, Louis had not told him about this boy, and his mind was in the right place, but was Louis? "Hey Lou, where are you? I'm gonna come pick you up alright?" Zayn said, leaning down to place a kiss to Niall's cheek before getting up form the bed, already shrugging his coat on with one hand.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. "No. You're not picking me up, Zee. Harry's going to make us breakfast like yesterday." He said slowly, looking over to Harry at the door and nodding with a bright smile. Why was everyone acting so weird? He was happy. Him and Harry were happy. Things were as they should be. Which is why he doesn't think of the tracker on Louis' phone that Zayn can easily trace when they're on the phone. That's why he always kept their conversations short, but this slightly skewed reality he's living now makes him much happier and he really doesn't see the problem with it. "Why are you being like this? I want to stay home with Harry." He said as Harry disappeared from the room. Niall looked up at Zayn and he didn't even try to hide his disappointment and he didn't need to ask what he was doing; what he was always doing. Louis this and Louis that. He rolled his eyes and huffed, sitting up straight on the couch and pulling his feet to press into the couch, knees to his chest.

Zayn looked back at Niall, mouthing a quick 'sorry' before exiting the Living room, and slipping a pair of random shoes on. He opened and closed the door gently, not wanting a suspicious Louis to hang up the phone. Zayn pulled the cell away from his ear for a quick second, looking down at the address just in case Louis did choose to hang up he could still find the older boy. "So have you been at his house for a few days now?" Zayn asked, wanting to keep Louis talking as he walked down the stairs to the car park, quickly unlocking his. Zayn started the car up, quickly pulling out of the parking lot as he began to dive to 'Harry's' house. Zayn could easily tell something was off because the hole situation was fishy. One, Louis hardly ever ate, Two, he was incapable of smiling, Three, he never stayed in the same house for more then a day, always moved on and packed up by the time the other boy could awake. Harry walked down the spiral stairs, metal cold against his bare feet. He walked into the kitchen, finding it empty, leaving him to guess his parents had already left for work. Harry sighed, running a hand down his face, he really did need to make things right with them again, but he just didn't know how.

Louis smiled at Zayn's new topic and laid flat down against the bed on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Mhm." He hummed. "Harry's going to take care of me. Already has." He giggled softly. "We went to this flower patch and he put colorful flowers in my hair. And he cuddled me and kissed me. He's nice, Zee. Really sweet and soft." He whispered like it was some secret, which he thinks it is. Harry is his secret and he wants to keep him for as long as he can. Wants to stay curled up into his side where he feels safe and untouchable. "He takes it all away." He admits cutely, and if Zayn could see him now, he'd probably think Louis was a completely different person. "He did that smoke thing, that you and Niall do, with me and he gave me this white powder that fix everything and.. and I haven't cut in days!" He cheered excitedly, throwing his arm up on the air and letting it drop back onto the bed. "M' happy. Are you happy?" He asked sincerely. "He promised never to leave me, Zee.."

Once Harry had pulled tightly against the strings that kept him from falling apart at the seems, making sure they could hold, he walked towards the fridge, noisily rooting threw its consents. Harry settled on eggs and toast, not really in the mood to go all out on breakfast as he retrieved the ingredients needed. Harry cut circles in each piece of bread, placing them on the heated pad before cracking the eggs in to each hole. Once they where finished, Harry looked down at them, happy with his accomplishment as he set them on two plates, making sure to turn off the stove before he began up the stairs. He lightly pushed the door open with his foot, handing Louis his plate as he sat back down on the bed, seeing Louis still on the phone with how he was guessing to be Zayn seeing as Louis kept calling the person on the other line Zee. Zayn was getting closer and closer to Harry's house, as the words left Louis lips and flowed into Zayn's ear. The sentence was all Zayn could ever want for Louis, some one to stay by his side, he there for him, never leave even if Louis was bleeding to death on the cold tiled floor. He let a small smile form on his lips, car pulling into Harry's driveway leaving Zayn a bit confused as Louis phone signal was currently coming from the /palace/ in front of him. "Do you think Harry would mind meeting me?" He asked into the phone, a small smile stretching his lips.

Louis sat up as Harry brought in the food, taking his plate, but placing it in front of him. He was hungry, he hadn't lied, but he didn't have the willpower at the moment to shove it down his throat. Especially when him and Zayn were having a good moment, a happy moment. Definitely more so when he heard Zayn's question. He glanced over to Harry and poked his cheek cutely before kissing his shoulder while he held the phone to his hear. "Zaynie wants to know if you want to meet him." He said fondly, resting his chin on Harry's shoulder instead and looked up into his eyes with hope and happiness in his own. "He's nice and sweet. Real teddy bear that one is. He just looks scary sometimes." He giggled, and honestly, we wants them to meet so that maybe Zayn would feel a little better and Louis wouldn't have to leave. And slowly, he's coming back into reality and he checks his phone and realizes it's been about twenty five minutes and he starts to panic because there's a lot more scars on him since Zayn's seen him last, and he's more roughed up and he knows Zayn will be pissed about the huge bruises on his hips, legs, and torso. Which Louis never lets him see, always comes home after they're faded or coverable. Not to mention Harry was suppose to be his hide out. "A-Actually, I have to go, Zee.. busy and all." He stuttered nervously, snapping up into a sitting position and pulling away from Harry with worried eyes, ignoring Zayn's protests. "L-Love and miss you, h-have to go. Bye!" He said, hanging up the phone and shutting it off immediately.

Zayn had picked up over the long mouth he had know Louis that when ever he stuttered, something was going on, either around him or in his head. So he quickly ran up to the extremely large door, knocking his fist repeatedly against the wood. Harry noticed the sudden change in voice Louis used, his brows frowning before he leaned over, pressing a sweet kiss to Louis temple. "Happy day, yeah?" He whispered, nudging Louis jaw with his nose, trying to at least electrify a small smile out of him. "Forget, and float, Lou. Forget and float" Harry whispered, trying to comfort the boy as he pressed kisses all the way down his cheek, jaw, neck, shoulder, but stoping as loud quick knocks where hitting the door downstairs. Harry pulled away, turning his head towards his closed door as if he could see threw it. Harry turned back to Louis placing a small kiss on his cheek before getting up from he bed, tugging on a pair of sweat pants before marching down the stairs, walking towards the door. Harry opened it slowly, only to see a boy with raven hair and high defined cheekbones.