sorry in advance this chapter sucks ass it's a filler, ill throw in some larry fluff to make up for this chapter literally being the worst ever A/N)
Louis' POV
"What all do you have left to pack?" I ask, taking a step next to him standing in front of his luggage.
"Think my clothes and bathroom stuff is done, but I still need to pack up my guitar and work out shit," He responds, glancing between his bags and I.
"Did you pack bedding?" I ask curiously.
"I wasn't going to. I was just gonna amazon some to the place, did you?" He turns to face me.
"Nah. Was planning on doing the same thing. I did pack a blanket in my carry on though since the flight is overnight," I explain, thinking back to what I had packed.
"That's a good idea," He agrees, walking towards a closet and pulling out a light blue sherpa fleece blanket.
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The sun shining down on my face and the sound of Harry's heart beating pulls me out of sleep. I lift my head to look up at him, his eyes closed and face peaceful.
I lay my head back on his chest and close my eyes, letting sleep slowly take over me once again as I listen to his steady breathing.
Harry's POV
My eyes flutter open at the feeling of slight pressure on my chest. I look down to see Louis, the sunlight framing his angelic features so beautifully. I bring my hand up to his hair and carefully run my fingers through it. My heart leaps at the sensation, it has been so fucking long since I've been able to touch him this way.
Up until he came here last night I never thought I'd get the chance to again.
I feel him stir awake from my touch, he lifts his head to look at me.
"Sorry," I apologize, dropping my back hand to his waist.
"You didn't have to stop," He sighs, placing his head back down.
I smile to myself and bring my hand back to his hair, lightly massaging and earning a sigh from him.
"I love you Lou," I whisper, so quietly that I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't hear me.
"I love you, Harry," he lifts his head and whispers the words against my neck, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
A knock on my door snaps me out of my Louis-induced trance, causing me to huff in annoyance. He peels his little frame out of my hold, slipping his sweatshirt on and I make my way to the door.
"Hello, Mr. Styles?" what appears to be a delivery guy asks when I open the door, holding a mask over my face.
"Yeah?" I confirm, adjusting the shirt I had thrown over my head just before answering.
"We have a FightCamp smart boxing bag and sensors delivery for you," The guy responds, and I glance between him and the van.
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