Two weeks passed and Louis enjoyed every second of it. Harry followed him to his classes every chance he got. They studied together or just hung out alone or with the rest of the guys. On the nights Louis was working the guys usually came to watch a movie and Louis always tried to sneak them in for free.
When they were by themself they kept their distance from each other but out in public or around the boys they played their part of boyfriends in love. Dylan hadn't given up. He took every chance he got to try and talk to Louis but Harry was usually by his side.
At the beginning of the third week Zayn, Liam, and Niall came into the living room and said that they wanted to talk to them. Harry and Louis were watching a movie cuddling on the couch so they paused the film and sat up straight.
"What's up, guys?" Harry asked, sounding a bit nervous.
"We noticed something and we just want to talk to you guys about it." Zayn started.
Harry and Louis shared a quick look.
"Okay?" Louis responded with a shaky voice. Harry took his hand and squeezed it.
"Yeah, we just wanted to make sure you guys know that it's totally okay if Louis spends the night here. We don't care. We love you guys and we're so happy for you and you're so adorable with each other." Liam continued with a smile.
"Yeah, I bought earplugs for all of us so feel free to do whatever." Niall grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.
Harry choked on spit and started to cough. Louis rubbed his back.
"I appreciate it guys. Yeah, Lou can sleep over if he wants to. That's a great idea. I just didn't want you guys to feel uncomfortable..." Harry answered and scratched the back of his head. There was no getting out of this one. Of course, the guys would find it strange that he and Louis didn't spend the nights together. But he honestly didn't mind sharing a bed with Louis. He felt really comfortable around the smaller lad and he had a big bed so it wouldn't be a problem.
"Of course we're not uncomfortable! Don't be silly. We really don't mind at all. We like having Lou here and then you can swoon him with your cooking skills in the morning." Zayn winked.
Harry looked at Louis with a soft smile.
"What do you say, baby?"
"Yeah, sounds amazing. Of course, I want to sleep with you." Louis blushed. That came out wrong.
"I mean, like, sleep over."
The boys chuckled.
"Good. No pressure. We just wanted you to do what felt natural and make sure you guys know we're okay with it. 100 percent. This should be a safe environment where you can be all lovely dovey and don't hesitate to kiss each other or share a bed just because you'll think it would somehow bother us." Liam continued and Zayn and Niall nodded their heads eagerly.
Louis felt moved and guilty at the same time. It wasn't right, they were lying to the guys. Most of the time he had to remind himself that Harry wasn't his real boyfriend, that this was an act. Because it felt real. But Harry wasn't in love with him. That was the hard truth. His own feelings were something he refused to acknowledge. That was just stupid. But they should let the boys in on their little secret.
"Wanna stay the night Boobear?"
Louis was brought back to reality.
"Like now? I...I mean, I don't have anything with me." Louis hesitated.
Harry shrugged his shoulders.
"I have an extra toothbrush and you can borrow my clothes. I kind of like it when you wear them." He confessed with a shy smile.
Louis found him adorable.
"Yeah? I kind of like it when I wear your clothes too. They're cozy. As long as it's not one of those ugly Hawaiian shirts!"
"Hey! Those are cool." Harry argued.
Louis rolled his eyes fondly.
"You can pull it off. You look good in anything."
Harry gave him a dimpled smile that made Louis' heart make an extra beat.
"You two are so cute!" Niall cooed.
Harry looked over at his friend who was staring at them fondly with his hand under his chin. Harry snorted.
"Stop being such a creep, Niall."
Niall gave him a sad pout and puppy eyes which set Louis off in a fit of giggles. Harry cupped Louis' cheek and stroke his thumb over his cheekbone.
"You're cute though. Come on, let's get ready for bed."
Louis blushed from the compliment and had to remind himself that it was just an act. He took a deep breath and said good night to the boys before he followed Harry to his bedroom.
As soon as the door closed he spoke up.
"We should tell them the truth."
Harry spun around with his eyes wide.
"What? No!"
"Why not? Don't you feel bad for lying to them?"
Harry ruffled his hair.
"Of course. Just...no, it would break their tiny hearts."
Louis looked at him for a moment before answering.
"Okay, they're your friends. I trust you'll know what's best."
Harry sighed.
"They're your friends too, you know?"
Louis bit his lip and looked insecure.
"Yeah? I hope so. I really like them. They're great. I'm so lucky I met you guys. You've all done so much for me. I don't know what I've done to deserve it but..."
Harry sighed again and pulled Louis in for a hug.
"Dylan really messed you up, Lou. You're an amazing guy. We're lucky to have you as a friend. You're funny and caring. You're kind and sassy and you're just like, a great person to sit around and admire what you're like." Harry mumbled against his neck.
Louis feared that his heart would burst from all the kind words that came out from this absolutely amazing person who was hugging him closely at the moment.
"You're amazing Hazza."
Harry chuckled and let go of Louis.
"Hazza?"
"Hey! I allow you to call me boobear." Louis pouted.
"You do indeed. You can call me whatever you want. I like the nickname." Harry smiled.
"Glad to hear it...Harold!" Louis grinned.
Harry grunted.
"I take that back! You're not allowed to call me whatever you want. Harold? Jeeez."
Louis started to laugh and Harry joined him. After the laughter died out and they both wiped their eyes Harry walked over to his closet and pulled out a t-shirt.
"I know you get cold easily. Do you want some sweats as well?"
"No, it's fine. So, should I sleep on the floor?" Louis asked and took the t-shirt that was handed to him.
"Don't be silly. It's a big bed. We can share." Harry smiled.
"Okay. I don't believe the guys had this talk with us. Don't get me wrong, they are really sweet and I was kind of moved by their speech." Louis said with a smile.
"I'm grateful that they're a part of my life. I can't believe I was nervous to tell them that I'm bisexual. They're like the most excepting guys on the planet. Love them to death." Harry beamed.
He then tugged his shirt over his head and Louis once again got a good look at that gorgeous body. He decided to remove his own sweatshirt before he got caught staring again. When he looked up again Harry was eyeing him.
"Tell me about that tattoo, Lou. It is what it is. What does that mean to you?"
Louis put on Harry's t-shirt before he answered.
"It's something my mum used to say. When my dad left it was her mantra. When I told her that I'm gay she smiled at me brightly and said "It is what it is Lou and I don't care as long as you're happy. I love you." When she got diagnosed with cancer she shrugged it off with an "It is what it is. Now, let's fight it!" Louis got a bit teary-eyed.
"Your mum sounds amazing Boo. I'm so sorry you couldn't keep her." Harry answered emotionally and reached out a hand to caress Louis' hair and cheek.
He wiped away a tear that broke loose and pulled him in for another hug. Louis let Harry comfort him. When he finally let go Harry pressed a kiss on the top of his head and suggested that they brushed their teeth.
Back in the bedroom again Harry stripped down to his boxers after making sure Louis was okay with it. They climbed into bed and Harry turned off the light with a good night.