OK DID YOU SEE HARRY AT THE MET GALA??!!
He was the definition of CAMP.
LOVE HIM.
Ok, enough fan girling let's get on with the chapter.
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"Harry, harry!" Anne's voice rang through Harry's ears making him jump, he sat up faster than lightening. Peeping to the side he noticed a sleeping, cute Louis. He then realised who was in the room and looked at his mum then to Louis and continued back and forth, mouth wide and speechless.
Anne smiled and winked, leaving the room. She was literally beaming, she knew straight away when she walked into the bedroom and saw them cuddling together, asleep, that they were a bit more than friends, but when Harry had woke up, the blush that covered his cheeks and the speechless look he gave her said everything. She walked downstairs and started making breakfast for the two, a nice glass of orange juice each and a couple of maple syrup covered pancakes. Cute but meaningful. She smiled and went into the front room with her cup of tea and text Harry to hell him what she'd done.
Harry glanced at his phone as it lit up and saw the text his mum had sent and smiled slightly, he leaned over to look at Louis, his lips apart ever so slightly and his hair all over, and his eyes not fully closed he smiled at how cute he looked, even with his hair and piercings and tattoos. Harry wondered what it was like getting a tattoo and if it would hurt, but when he thought about he decided against it as he would only end up getting stupid daft ones and birds or something.
Shaking his head he looked at Louis and kisses his cheek attempting to wake him up, which it did, first his right eye opened slightly and a smile appeared on his face,
"Morning Hun." He spoke, his voice husky and deep from sleep.
Harry stomach ached.
"Morning, want some breakfast? Mum made us pancakes." Harry asked and smiled wide, because of Louis nodding to him.
They both got up out of bed, Harry getting out a spare toothbrush from the cupboard under the sink and handing him the hairbrush after he had used it, and then went to get dressed. Louis followed shortly after, getting freshened up, borrowing Harry's deodorant and aftershave.
Harry's face beamed as he was getting dressed, and all the time he was doing his makeup. He was so happy and he never knew why, he hadn't seen his grandma and hadn't found a ladybug. He had thought it could be Louis, but he thought why would it be Louis? He's just getting ready like Harry is.
Confusing.
As he finished his makeup he made his way downstairs with Louis making sure that they hadn't woke his mum up, who had fell asleep watching this morning- which was now on the tv on a Sunday.
Posh or what?!
Well Harry thought it was, he picked up his plate and got himself and Louis a knife and fork and handed a set to Louis and then took his plate, drink and cutlery into the front room, sitting on the couch.
Louis joined and put their drinks on the little desk table that was next to the edge of the couch, and with Louis being closer to the end of the couch he took the job.
They both sat eating the pancakes and unconsciously letting the maple syrup drip onto their chins, too engrossed in the headline on the tv, that Phillip and Holly where talking about.
"Louis?" Harry whispered, while looking at their hands as Harry played with the rings that covered Louis hand. Louis hummed at looked towards Harry, his eyebrow cocked in curiosity.
"Is that the only thing that can make me feel really good?" He spoke biting his lip slightly.
Louis gasped and looked towards his mum who was still asleep. Sighing in relief he looked back at Harry and shook his head, no.
"It isn't Hun, but you don't talk about stuff like that so loud. It's private and intimate, so it stays between the two who did it. Ok?" Louis spoke smiling softly and lifting his hand to Harry's cheek and stroking it with his thumb, he looked at him in awe.
He was so cute, no denying that, but he also thought he was hot, smart, kind and so many more things the list could describe him. Louis couldn't think of someone better to be with, it was scary because he knew that there was things Harry didn't know and things that Louis didn't. The biggest hurdle was to get through school without Harry hating him for not telling him what Niall had done.
Arsehole. How could he do this to such a beautiful, kind and loving boy like Harry?
Louis shook his head pulling him from his thoughts and leaned forward kissing him lightly and picked Harry's plate up and put it on top of his own empty plate and took them into the kitchen with the empty drink glasses and put them in the sink.
Harry walked up the stairs slowly and looked at Louis, insisting with his eyes that he followed, which he did. Smiling as he took his hand in his and let Harry lead him into the bedroom, bouncing on his bed and picking his tv remote up and turning his tv on and putting on Netflix on, "what should we watch?" Harry asked watching Louis get into the bed, sitting next to him. Louis looked at the tv and pointed at the bottom of the screen, "Louis! Words please" Harry laughed.
"Sorry, Baywatch? The new one with Zac Efron. He's hot... not as hot as you obviously. But he's hot." Louis spoke, turning red once he realised what he said, looking down and biting his lip, Harry lifted his chin with his fingers and kissed him,
"I'm not as hot as you." He spoke smiling and cuddled into Louis after putting on Baywatch and putting the remote on the bedside table.
Louis smiled widely as Harry looked away, he had never thought he'd score Harry. He's beautiful- was all he could think. Stroking Harry's hair, he watched the film intently.
Harry watched the film, his eyes becoming heavy as Louis played with his hair, trying to concentrate on the film. But failed, he felt the heaviness spread and make its way across his body, slowly falling into slumber he sighed "maybe one day you can show me more Louis" he softly spoke as he fell asleep, Louis listening to his heavy breathing finally turning into little cute snores and he smiled. Carrying on watching the film, he sighed looking at the boy...
"One day, babe. One day"
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