#for context louis lives in unit 3b

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omg i love the longer fic plot!!! can we have a sneak peak???

ahh i guess i could post some! it's a first draft please don't judge me too harshly

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“You know, if you want me to leave, you’re gonna have to let go of my hand.”

“...oh.”

Louis didn’t even know he’d clasped his hand around 3A's. He must have grasped it to stabilise himself as they stumbled through the door to his flat. Despite the gentle suggestion to release his hold, 3A didn't seem all too angry about having his hand enveloped by Louis'...which could mean nothing!

Their hands were no longer connected, but Louis swore he could still feel a buzzing all over the skin that had been pressed up against his neighbour's. He settled back into the sofa cushions, muscles exhausted beyond belief.

“But...s'nice.”

He didn’t know where that came from, but damn if he wasn’t touch starved. A little laugh - a beautiful little laugh that lit a fire in Louis’ already flaming body - rang out as the boy picked up a long-abandoned blanket, shaking off the tissues that had been tossed carelessly onto it before giving it to Louis. Did Louis lie down of his own accord, or was the heavy sensation urging him to be horizontal actually the work of 3A's guiding hands?

“Let’s give it another go once you’re better, then.” Louis wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly, but he only hummed noncommittally in response. “Rest up, feel better.”

When he woke the next morning, Louis was nestled into a fever-warmed blanket with Clifford lying dutifully on the carpet at his side. He was surprised to find that he’d slept through the rest of the night; his intermittent coughing fits didn't rouse him long enough to bring back the discomfort-induced insomnia. His dog wasn’t whining or nosing at his hand desperately to go outside and do his business, so Louis accepted the fate of his carpets and made a note to watch his step to avoid wherever his poor dog’s accident might be. Before he could rise from the sofa, he found another small paper next to his pillow.

3b,

I took your puppy to the courtyard to do her business. Feel free to shout at me in the morning, but I figured you’d rather have a stranger borrow her than scrub your carpets clean while you’re not well. I mean, are we still strangers? Soup in the fridge, let me know if you need me.

~ 3a

If you need me. If you need me.