Possibly triggering. Eating disordered thoughts.
Things were settling back into the couple-like routines from when Louis and Harry dated and, surprisingly, Harry didn’t mind. It wasn’t that he’d forgotten about all that had drawn them apart but he did really love Louis and always had so he had no problem rekindling those feelings in ways that went beyond just sex and cuddles. ”I love you too,” Harry mumbled softly, squeezing Louis a bit closer. He smiled shyly at the next words, nose crinkling slightly. ”I’m sorry I haven’t been as happy lately. I really have been trying to get better and everything,” he offered. ”Disney’s helping. I think it’s sort of become my therapy.”
"Disney therapy is probably way more useful than 99% of the therapy at Waterhouse, to be honest," smiled Louis, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek then keeping his lips in the same spot lazily. "It’s okay, you don’t have to be happy all the time, nobody is doll. You’re human after all, even if sometimes I think you’re a sex god who’s been sent down to see what happens. I just hope one day you’ll be happy overall, yeah?" he said quietly.
Harry made a face but let Louis clamber on top of him to settle on his chest. He didn’t want Louis to be anything but happy even though with his own slightly more prominent ribs and hips he knew it wouldn’t be as comfortable as when he was at his own natural weight. Harry smiled, though, seeing Louis get comfortable and moving his hands to rest at the small of Louis’ back. He could tell that Louis hadn’t been losing weight; maybe he’d even gained. He didn’t want to comment on it directly and instead ran his fingers up the smaller boy’s spine slowly. ”I missed this,” Harry whispered.
"Me too," agreed Louis, fingers finding the curl that had been marked out as his for over a year now. "You make me so happy, you know? I love you a lot," he whispered, eyes trained on Harry’s face to make sure he was okay with that kind of praise and that he didn’t start questioning himself. "I’m really happy bringing you here worked out, I love watching you be passionate about Disney and things that you enjoy. I just like seeing you happy really."
Harry blinked at Louis sleepily, wanting to shake his head and maybe shake some sense into the smaller boy that he could get out of the state of self deprecation as well. He sighed instead, tipping his head towards Louis’ fingers with a needy little sound. ”I’d very much like to stay here a bit longer. Maybe a nap but only until the characters get there. I wanna see lots more characters.” Harry smiled softly, wishing he didn’t sound like an excited toddler but, at the same time, not really caring. He was in the happiest place on earth, after all.
"Lemme use you as a bed for a bit then if we’re staying, I’ve not done that in ages," said Louis, a slight grin playing on his mouth as he shuffled his way on top of Harry. A bit of him worried that maybe Harry would think he was too heavy to do this now, he’d gained a significant amount of weight since they last had and part of him hated himself for doing so. He heaved a sigh as he settled himself comfortably, fingers going back to stroking through Harry’s curls.
"I’ve been saying the same of you, Lou," he mumbled once his and Louis’ kiss broke off. Harry shrugged his shoulder, not wanting to talk about his increasingly varied levels of self esteem; he was doing better, at least he thought as much. "Sharing tonight," Harry agreed, snuggling in closer and letting their forms curl around one another. "I’m glad you’re comfy," whispered Harry, eyes closing and a yawn tugging up his lips. "How long can we stay here? ’M getting sleepy again…"
"Yeah but maybe you’ve not been sucked into this too long, and you’ll actually start to believe it," sighed Louis, stroking Harry’s hair fondly. He turned his head to glance at a clock on the wall before tucking his face back into Harry’s neck. "The park opens in an hour but there’ll be no characters around until like an hour and a half after that, so we can stay here a bit longer if you want."
"Mmm, the nurses would have disagreed but now I think they’re happy to have us both asleep," Harry smiled, tugging Louis in a little closer. "I wasn’t feeling too great about myself before falling asleep; ate too big a dinner I think but now I’ve slept it off a bit so I’m all for cuddling and kisses." He moved his hand down to the small of Louis’ back, resting their foreheads against one another. "Do you wanna share a bed tonight? I think it’ll be a good day."
"You should never feel bad about yourself, you’re the hottest person I know," said Louis, pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips before he could protest. "I think sharing tonight would be great, yeah, this bed feels way comfier now that you’re in it too," he said, a little grin forming on his lips as Harry rested their foreheads together. He tangled their legs together, his short ones wriggling between Harry’s longer ones, then pulled the blankets up to their necks.
Harry’s eyes half closed when fingers were in his hair. ”Mmhmm,” he drawled, letting out a happy sigh and smiling when Louis was leaning in for a kiss. Neither boy’s breath was exactly minty fresh but Harry didn’t mind. He didn’t think he’d ever mind if Louis was his to kiss in the morning. Having gone so long without his little Louis had Harry making the most of everything. ”I slept amazingly, actually. It was nice that they let me be in your room…”
"You’re always allowed in my room," shrugged Louis, nestling his head into Harry’s shoulder and pressing a quick kiss to the spot on the other boy’s collarbone where his name was tattooed. No matter how many tattoos Harry ended up getting, he was pretty sure that one would stay firmly his favourite. "I’d expected you to get in my bed a bit earlier though, having a bed to myself is a bit weird. I don’t like it that much."
Harry was glad Louis’ fingers weren’t terribly cold when they covered his. For once, they had decent blankets and the like on their beds as opposed to Waterhouse’s threadbare coverings. ”Morning,” Harry smiled, tucking in closer to Louis’ back, curling his lanky body around Louis’ compact one. ”I want to go to the park. Ride on the rides and things,” Harry decided with a little nod, kissing the knobs of Louis’ spine. ”But I also wanna stay here and cuddle.”
Louis wriggled to turn around in Harry’s arms so they were chest to chest, his hand immediately finding it’s way up into Harry’s hair. “We’ll cuddle for a bit then go out, yeah?” he smiled fondly, tilting his head up to press a gentle kiss to Harry’s lips. He figured the boy could handle a bit of morning breath, he’d kissed him in far worse situations after all. “You sleep okay?” he asked, hand slowly working through Harry’s curls.
It was a new day and Harry was feeling better, like some weight had been lifted from his chest. He was in Disney, for god’s sake, the least he could do was enjoy it while he was there. The nurses had been kind enough to let him move into Louis’ room and, wearing only his Mickey Mouse boxers, he slipped out of his own bed and into Louis’, snuggling under the covers and wrapping an arm around Louis’ frightfully trim waist. He pressed his lips to the back of the smaller boy’s neck and closed his eyes. ”Do you wanna go to the park with me?” he asked softly, blinking a few times as though trying to wake himself up.
Louis was awoken by warmth pressed against him, and he let out a breathy sigh as he pressed back against it. He knew it was Harry without even opening his eyes - he had the every inch of Harry’s body mapped out in his head by now, and he put his hand on top of the bigger one the younger boy had around his waist. “Mmm, morning to you too,” he mumbled sleepily, but he gave Harry’s hand a squeeze to let him know he was only teasing. “I’ll do whatever you want to do doll. S’your trip after all.”
Harry had fixed himself up to the best of his ability after his little panic attack. He had no right to ruin Disney for everyone else and agreeing to Louis’ date had seemed like the best way to atone for his earlier behaviour. Dressing comfortably but nicely and doing his hair up behind a bandanna, Harry got to his feet at the knock to the door. It was opening a moment later and Harry smoothed a hand over the front of his grey jumper. He looked presentable anyways and that’s what mattered if he was going to be hitting the town with his… his Louis. Harry held out his hand and nodded, smiling softly. ”Ready to go.”
Louis gave him a smile, lacing their fingers together and starting to lead Harry out of the hotel and towards the train station that would take them to Paris. “Have you been into the city yet? It’s pretty cool, do you wanna do anything in particular there?” he asked, swinging their arms between them both as they walked. “You look really nice by the way,” he grinned, leaning up to press a kiss to the taller boy’s cheek.
Coaxing Harry out of a Disneyland bathroom had took some effort, but once Louis had got him back to the hotel and calmed down he’d finally got him to properly agree to spending the rest of the day and the evening in Paris. With a quick check in the mirror that he looked okay (he’d actually bothered to wear his own clothes instead of stealing other people’s, since this was something he wanted to make special) and shrugging on that too bloody big denim jacket he’d already lost the receipt for, he made his way down to Harry’s hotel room and knocked once on the door before pushing the door open before Harry would have a chance to go anyway. “You ready to go dolly?”