"How are you feeling? Doing alright?" I ask Harry, letting him lead us into the house so I can watch his steps.
"I'm alright, thanks Lou," He speaks softly, opening the door and holding it open for me to walk in.
"So much in one day," I comment, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Mmhmm," He agrees, slipping his shoes off and rubbing his eyes making him look five years old.
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"Tired?" I smile at him, grabbing his hands in mine.
"Yes," He leans down, kissing my forehead.
"Let's go to bed," I lead him into the bedroom, lying on my back. I hold my arm out for him to rest his head on my shoulder, his top arm rests across my chest, tracing small patterns along my shoulder. His soft, sweet, innocent touches cause goosebumps to rise on my skin. I bring my arm that's not around him to his leg, gently pulling it to drape across me. I give him a gentle squeeze, bringing him as close as possible.
"Comfy?" I ask, lips buried in his hair.
"Mmm, I love you," He mumbles, half-asleep already.
"I love you," I say, kissing his head before leaning back and letting sleep take over me.
Niall's POV
The sunlight piercing through my eyelids brings me out of my sleep. I wake up next to Liam, only inches between us. I quietly get out of bed, slip a shirt on and head to the living room.
I'm so fucking confused. I know I feel something towards Liam, but I feel like I might feel that a little bit towards Harry too? I don't know. I know I can't have Harry, but I can't be in a relationship or anything like that with Liam right now until I sort out my emotions. It wouldn't be fair to anyone.
I sit on the couch, putting my feet up on the ottoman. Seconds later Louis emerges from his room, hair askew on his head and sweatpants hang loosely on his hips.
He meets my gaze, gives me a smile that doesn't meet his eyes before shuffling to the kitchen.
"Louis-" I start, only to be cut off.
"I'm not mad, I'm just really tires mate," He holds up his hand as he speaks. I notice the dark circles under his eyes as his eyes lock onto mine.
"You get any sleep?" I ask, taking a seat at the kitchen island.
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