Possibly triggering. Eating disordered thoughts.
Harry glanced down after their lips parted, taking in his distinct lack of outfit. ”Yeah?” he teased, “Took me ages to pick out something nice to wear.” He followed after Louis automatically, glad he’d managed to fight down a blush on his cheeks at the way Louis’ eyes had lingered on bare skin. He moved to the smaller boy the instant he’d perched on the counter, hands lightly resting on Louis’ knees. ”We do indeed,” Harry commented, lightly pushing Louis’ legs apart so that he could step between them. His hands moved slowly up the other boy’s thighs and he smiled with a low rumble of a chuckle. ”What do you wanna do about it?”
"This is my second favourite outfit possible," winked Louis. "There’s that quote about taking one thing off every outfit though, maybe you should try that, doll." He ran his hands over Harry’s chest in response to the long fingers approaching his crotch, making sure he swiped fingers over Harry’s nipples on the way down. "Hmm, what should we do now we don’t have to worry about anybody bursting in on us for a good few hours?" he said, batting his eyelashes. He moved his hands to Harry’s bum, giving it a squeeze.
Harry hadn’t been around a normally functioning family for such an extended period of time since the Christmas holidays. Add that onto the fact that he could tuck himself away in his and Louis’ bed and get all the cuddles he wanted and the boy though he was living in heaven. Everyone was so good to him here. No one brought up triggering things nor mentioned his parents or his condition and, overall, living became a lot easier. The house was empty so Harry decided to wander around in his boxers, setting up a few blankets and pillows in the living room so he and Louis could curl up and watch movies all morning long. He heard his baby boy calling his name and perked up immediately, padding on barefeet towards the door where he stole one of the bags from Louis’ arms and gave him a kiss to the cheek. ”Here I am.”
Louis’ face brightened up when he saw Harry coming towards him, and he leaned up and kissed him when he took one of the bags. “Nice outfit,” he said appreciatively, running his eyes over Harry’s body before going to the kitchen to dump the bag he still had in there, knowing Harry would follow him in. “So,” he smirked, hopping up onto the countertop once his bag had been dumped unceremoniously onto the kitchen table, ruffling Harry’s hair now he was closer to being on eye level with the taller boy. “Finally got the house all to ourselves.”
Bringing Harry back to his had worked out way better than Louis had even hoped for, really. His family all loved the curly haired boy (the girls a bit too much, judging by the amount of times he’d woken up to them in his - no, his and Harry’s - room cooing over him) and from what he could tell, Harry liked them a fair amount too. He’d expected it to be a lot more difficult, but it just proved that nobody was immune to Harry’s charms. “Dolly doll,” he called out when he walked in the house, having gone out to buy the food he needed to stick to his meal plan; there was no way he was landing himself back in a mental hospital any time soon. “Where are youuuuuu?”
"You don’t have to fight it, baby," mused Harry, clutching tighter and tighter at Louis’ hand as they walked. "It’s, um, it’s not real and all." He still nodded at Louis’ words, adjusting his sparkly Minnie ears once they were inside. The dungeon was more of a cave as they passed through and Harry found himself more agitated than anything by the time it opened up into a cavernous space. He breathed in deeply, letting Louis lead them the rest of the way as he wasn’t too sure he’d be brave enough to do so.
"Good, I don’t really have my fighting gear on," joked Louis, gesturing to his fluffy jumper and coat. He gave Harry’s hand a squeeze when it seemed it was his turn to start leading him in, leading him towards the final entrance then taking his other arm to get him to put them around his waist. As they stepped inside the glittery looking cavern, the giant robot dragon on the rocks in front of them cracked open an eye and breathed out a little smoke, which had him looking up to check Harry was alright.
He’s seen pretty much everything embarrassing ever…he’s seen me throw up and cry and freak out and pass out…yeah…
I think the only thing he hasn’t seen at this point is me pooping and even that I’m not 100% on since he was there at the hospital with me at points I was too ill to actually remember so
Somehow he still finds me attractive though, bless his heart.
"You can tell," Harry half laughed, his cheeks tinting the slightest bit pink and his smile growing. "Soon, baby; you can come watch me soon, okay?" The kisses had Harry tugging the smaller boy closer, fingertips dancing up and down Louis’ back. The boy was still trim but he could feel less bones along his spine; he was less scared he would snap Louis in half just because he’d worked out. "Do you think my mum will notice?" he asked in a bit softer tone, not sure how he’d get discharged without her permission. "Will we have to contact my father again?"
"Course I can tell, you look really, really, really good," grinned Louis, kissing Harry’s cheek again. "And I’m definitely gonna watch you. I’m gonna watch you all the time because there’s nothing they can do to stop me any more." At the next question he reached up, starting to stroke Harry’s curls to try and soothe him a bit since he knew this was a sad thing for him. "You’re not under section like I was and you’re over 18, the most they can make you do is force you to see a therapist when we’re out of here. Might be a good idea to call one of your parents, just so they know where you’re going and so they won’t send the police out looking, but either way I’m getting you out of here, yeah? I’ll say I’m your carer or whatever if we need to, you’re not staying in here. It’s not good for you dolly doll."
"You promise there’s no fire?" Harry asked, keeping his eyes peeled as they made their way towards the castle. His sight couldn’t take in everything fast enough, a blur of colours and happy faces passing by and further serving to brighten up his demeanor. "You can, like, stand in front of me just in case. I think I’ll be fine but just, yeah, will you stand in front? Under the castle first and then inside to meet the princess and then we can find some more characters for my book and then rides? Maybe eating at the castle if we get hungry."
"I promise," nodded Louis. "And yeah, I’ll stand in front of you. I’d bloody fight the thing if you asked me to, so yeah" he grinned, leaning up to peck Harry’s cheek again. As they neared the small entrance under the castle with a french sign reading “La Tanière du Dragon” over it, he gave the taller boy’s hand a quick squeeze. “If you decide you don’t like it and you wanna get out of there, we’ll get out of there,” he said quietly, reaching up and fixing Harry’s hair with his free hand. “You ready to go inside?”
The way Louis was comfortable in his lap told Harry that him bulking up was worth it. Putting on muscle mass and toning himself gave the boy a bigger presence. He wasn’t completely ripped but there was a visible difference in his arms and shoulders and he was sure Louis would like that. ”You did amazing though, sweetheart,” Harry praised, leaning into the kiss and encouraged by the move Louis made to his hand. He could still feel how trim Louis was, could still imagine closing both hands around the boy’s small waist. ”God you’re perfect,” Harry praised breathlessly. The fact Louis had arranged their departure in a way that meant he didn’t have to go home left Harry touched and he smiled at his boy excitedly. ”Really? That’s… wow! Really? I can’t wait!”
Louis settled against Harry a bit more, deciding he didn’t want to move. “Gutted you’ve worked out already though, or I would have used my new found ‘normal weight’ness to sit in the gym and watch you,” he grinned, pressing a few quick kisses to Harry’s shoulder before adding one to his lips. He blushed a bit when Harry called him perfect, knowing it was Harry who was the perfect one of the two of them. “And yeah, I think they realise that I’d just drive to you all day every day when they’re meant to be keeping an eye on me, so having you there is just gonna be way better for everyone really. Never want you going back to your mums ever again.”
Harry used a hand to shield the phone’s screen from the sunlight and leaned in. His thumb moved to fondly brush over Louis’ petite figure and he smiled, nodding quickly. ”It’s okay!” Harry agreed, giving Louis’ hand a squeeze. He ignored his own silly smile, thinking he looked too excited, too happy, too young. It didn’t matter so long as he had his cute ears on and his cute almost-boyfriend at his side. ”Thank you!” he offered to the cast member with a beam. ”Now where? Are we going there? Inside?” Harry turned to Louis.
"No, underneath it," grinned Louis, starting to walk with Harry again and giving his hand a squeeze back. "You wanted to see the dragon, right? It might breathe a bit of smoke at you, but not any fire or anything. We don’t have to go see it if you don’t think you’ll be alright though, I’ve seen it before so it won’t bother me if we don’t," he said, knowing he must sound even more mad than usual, talking about dragons, but he’d seen the giant animatronic dragon’s lair before and he knew that if Harry didn’t think he’d be triggered then he’d love it. "We could go in the castle and look around? Or go on rides? This is a Harry day, so you get to pick."
"Your BMI… Louis, that’s fantastic!” Harry had to think about it for a moment, anything intellectual still slightly out of his grasp, but he knew enough to understand that this was huge. Louis was free and that meant so was Harry: because there wasn’t a day that he thought they could be apart and both continue to do so well; because he wasn’t letting Louis out of his sight again. Harry hugged Louis in tightly, hands roaming all over his compact body as he tried to rein in his unbridled excitement. ”Holy shit, baby! You’re amazing! We’re leaving; we’re finally leaving!” He kissed Louis again and giggled into his mouth. Waterhouse was bad for Harry, causing more problems than he’d come in with so leaving was of high priority. He’d figure out details later.
Louis couldn’t help but beam under Harry’s praise, glad that everything the eating disordered voice in his head had said to scare him was only that - just to scare him. Harry was happy about it, clearly wasn’t repulsed from the way he was touching him, and even at 45lb heavier than he’d been at his smallest Harry still managed to make him feel small like he always did. “Couldn’t have done it without you though dolly doll,” he said, connecting their lips again for another kiss and moving one of Harry’s hands to his waist, which was a new body part on the ‘body parts Louis is kinda sorta okay with’ list, so he could have a feel of it. Harry made him happy, and it was a lot easier to not give into purging or starving when he was happy. “My mum and dad have both okayed you living with me until we move off so I can go to uni, one of them is gonna come pick us up. Probably at the weekend, they’ll text me after my therapist calls them probably.”