10-Heat

                                    

                                          
Louis thought that coming to terms with their relation to each other would make things easier. In a way it did. He wasn't confused anymore about why he was so attracted to Harry. But mostly he just felt bad and that really stressed him out. He felt bad for Harry's sake, considering he was in love with him and he couldn't replicate those feelings. He could see how it hurt Harry even if he pretended like it didn't. He felt a huge pressure to remember. Every morning Harry greeted him with a hopeful smile that soon faded when he realized nothing had changed. It was almost too much to bear and it had only been a week. 
                          
Liam had informed them yesterday that it was time to get back in the studio to start recording songs. Louis didn't know what to think about that. He was nervous. He didn't know if he could actually do it but he was sure as hell gonna try. 
                          
Harry could sense his discomfort. He didn't know what to do about it tho. He could see that Louis was stressed out and he understood that he was a big part of it. He shouldn't have told him that he was in love with him or the things they have done even if he left some parts out. Talk about putting pressure on the poor boy. To him, Harry was a stranger. Hopefully a little less after a week together but still. It must be so weird for Louis. 
                          
There was nothing he could do about that but at least he could try and make him feel better about singing. 
                          
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They walked into the studio and Louis was fiddling with his hands. His eyes were flickering and he looked really tense.
                          
Harry put a hand on his arms and Louis unconsciously relaxed and leaned against Harry. This was something he had been doing lately and Harry wasn't sure that Louis was aware of it. 
"You'll be fine Lou. Relax. It's like learning to ride a bike."
                          
Louis chuckled. 
"I don't even know if I can ride a bike."
                          
Harry let out a short laugh. 
"I'm sure you can!" Then he got serious. "And you can sing as well. I love your voice! It's beautiful."
                          
Louis blushed from the compliment. 
                          
"Ready guys? We really have to start now." Liam said in a stern voice. 
                          
Harry smirked and mumbled so only Louis could hear. 
"Yes, Daddy!"
                          
Louis growled. Fucking hell! He discretely tried to push down his boner and Harry laughed. 
                          
"You're evil." Louis whispered in his ear and Harry shivered when Louis's lips brushed his earlobe. 
                          
"Guys!" Liam shouted annoyed and both Harry and Louis burst in to laughter but they walked up to the boys. 
                          
Niall was grinning at them. 
"Just like old times." 
                          
Louis stopped laughing abruptly and sat down. Harry sighed. "Shut it Nialler."
                          
Niall looked miserable and Louis offered him a small smile that worked like magic. Niall was smiling again. Louis rolled his eyes. It was so easy to make that boy happy. 
                          
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They spent the following week in the studio and Louis got more confident with time. The guys were really supportive and his nerves loosen up. Harry was always by his side making sure he was okay. He felt more relaxed around him now and he really liked his company. He found himself staring at him often. Harry would meet his eyes sometimes and they got stuck. 
                          
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"Harry! Hurry! I wanna watch Friends." Louis yelled from the living room. He was spread out on the sofa. 
                          
Harry walked in and rolled his eyes. 
"So impatient."
                          
"Yeah, well... you're slow!" Louis pouted. 
                          
"Take that back!" Harry jumped forwards and started to tickle him.