The Boy That Doesn't Talk // ls

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^^ it's Harry's bday as I'm writing this!!

Louis' POV:

"Louis" someone says. I don't open my eyes, instead squeeze them shut tighter and hope they don't notice. "Louisssss"

Its Harry. What is he doing at my house? I thought he went home. We didn't make any plans. "Lou wake up"

I groan and stretch, then finally open my eye to see Harry towering over me with a grin on his face. "What?" I say.

"Good morning to you too" Harry chuckles as he pushes me over a little and climbs in bed with me.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Getting in bed with my boyfriend, what the hell does it look like?" Harry tells me, as if its not weird to be woken up randomly by your boyfriend who doesn't live with you and you have no plans with.

"Yeah, but why did you wake me up? Didn't you just leave?" I say.

"Its 1 pm. Zayn is at work, Niall and I decided we'd come over" Harry shrugs.

"But why did you wake me up?" I ask.

"So I could talk to you" Harry tells me. He makes himself more comfortable and gets under the covers properly.

"About what?" I ask, trying to get him to not be so difficult.

"Well Simon kind of saw your tweet and wants you to delete it" Harry tells me. He doesn't look upset by it at all, which confuses me.

"Why are you in such a good mood then?" I say suspiciously. He's usually all grumpy and angry when he's spoken to Simon, so what's so different now?

"He has no control over you. You don't have to do what he says. I've done what he wants me to do, I can do no more" Harry grins as he pulls out his phone and looks at my tweet.

"So you don't want me to delete it?" I ask him. This doesn't make sense to me, I thought I would ruin his career and I was bad for him.

"No, of course not. Keep the tweet. They know what it means" Harry smiles at me and holds his arms open for me to fall into, which I gladly do. I cuddle up to his chest and close my eyes. Harry doesn't notice straight away, so I try to fall asleep again, but it doesn't work. "Don't fall asleep on me mister"

I groan slightly and bury my face in his chest. Harry chuckles, and begins to scratch the back of my head lightly. I feel myself begin to drift off a little but I can't fully, because Harry stops immediately as I get comfortable. "Come on, it's time to get up"

"I don't want to get up and get dressed" I huff.

"I can assure you, I'm not forcing you to get dressed" he smirks at me as he stands up and walks towards the door. I roll my eyes at him before the door closes, then immediately flop back down on the bed fully. "Louis get up!" Harry yells from another room. How does he know I'm not up?

I sigh and then finally grab a towel and head to the bathroom. I have a quick shower, then brush my teeth and fix my hair a little in the mirror, even though it's still wet. Then, I go back to my room and pick out an outfit for the day.