Harry lay down on the bed with his laptop on his lap, covers pulled all the way to his neck to hide himself from the chill that spread in the air conditioned room. He had just been sent rough footage of the Watermelon Sugar video to dictate which scenes he deemed best to fit in each music segment.
Louis had been buzzing with excitement all day to see the unedited footage, he had snuck his way onto the set to be with Harry as the video was shot back in January. Images of those god damn yellow shorts Harry had kept all these years played in his mind.
maybe one of these days I could get Harry to wear those to bed.
Louis finished making both the boys their tea and raced upstairs to find Harry already sifting through the footage curled up around the laptop. He had created a fortress of blankets around himself, and there seemed to be a small frown hanging from his gorgeous lips.
"Hey baby you were supposed to wait for me!" Louis set the mugs down on the bedside table, leaning over to peck the younger boys cheek. He then crawled onto the bed and clawed his way into the blanket fortress with his boy.
"Sorry sorry, I just couldn't wait sweetheart." Harry didn't bother taking his eyes off of the screen, too entranced with the dance segment they had filmed for the video. It was nothing complex, but Harry was sure this would absolutely not be seen in the official video. Something stirred inside his chest as he pulled the blanket up to his chin.
I am never wearing lowrise jeans again if this is what I look like.
Why hasn't Louis said anything to me about this? I look absolutely...huge. Soft.
How long have I looked like this and just not noticed?
Louis noticed Harry was being rather closed off, both of them had been so excited to review the material together, and now Harry seemed like he just wanted to shut the laptop and forget it existed replaying one scene over and over again.
Louis began running his fingers through the curls that have started to really grow out over the past few weeks.
"Harry, baby....what's going through your mind?" Louis said softly, as he tucked one curl behind the younger boy's ear.
Harry lay on his back then and closed his eyes, taking his focus off of the computer screen as it lay beside him letting Louis continue to play with his hair.
Should I even bother saying anything?
"I....Louis I don't know if we should use some of this footage, I'm not feeling great about it." Harry gave a soft giggle, always one to dance around the subject.
"What do you mean baby? What's wrong with it?" Louis knew Harry was consistently too hard on himself, even though he has been going to therapy regularly these days and really trying to take care of his body, instead of becoming this big buff masculine man he always felt he had to be during One Direction. Harry's body had softened a bit along with his image, really settling into who he truly was and for what Louis knew Harry was finally feeling...happy and comfortable. The painted nails and colorful clothing were things Harry had been dying to wear for years and years but never felt like he "could pull it off" with his music.
His fans had proved him wrong though, supporting him along the way with unwavering devotion.
After a few moments of silence Harry gave up on it. He didn't feel like he was ready to meet this conversation with another person when he just now had the sudden realization of what his body looks like on film
"Nothing....it's nothing." Harry finished, turning again to the laptop, reaching for the play button.
Louis reached the laptop first, leaning over to pick it up and put it on the floor beside him.
