Privileged Murder

Ten

2nd October, 11:30 am

< Louis' POV >

After the somewhat very active night, we woke later than either of us usually would and allowed ourselves a lie-in. Well, I don't really think we allowed it, our bodies decided they needed rest and we had no reason to get up early anyway.

I rolled over and splayed my arm over Harry's chest, just as a reminder that I was still there and as the reminder to myself that he was still there and last night did actually happen

He shuffled into my side after startling from my touch, nosing at my collarbone occasionally leaving kisses where he felt like "Morning Lewis"

"Ah so you remember that nickname"

"Of course" He began pouting "You still haven't said good morning to me yet"

I kissed the pout off of his lips "I'm sorry, morning love" He curled back into the duvet "Well I'll go and make breakfast, you staying in bed?" Harry just made a whine into the pillow "Okay then"

I climbed out of bed and put on the closest pair of boxers to me - I'm sure they were Harry's but eh who cares? - and walked downstairs and into the kitchen to make us breakfast.

I honestly can't actually believe what happened last night, it was all on impulse. I'm not saying I didn't want last night to happen because of course I did but it's such a weird turn of events and I have no idea where we go after this. What are we? Is it going to happen again? Are we together? Oh My God, how are we going to tell our families? What's Anne going to do to me? How's this going to work with him being a copper? I'm still not in the clear for murder?

Fucking Hell - A copper dating a suspect, that's original

It's not like we're in a proper relationship (well I don't think we are anyway) and we're hardly going to fall in love and get married so its nothing too major. It's just fucking at this point, well we haven't even done that yet, seriously I didn't fuck him last night. We both came twice, he blew me twice, I gave him a handjob in the shower and sucked him off when we got back into bed but neither of us tried to take it any further. I don't know if its because neither of us wanted it to or we just didn't think it felt right but it just didn't happen. Is that better? This way there isn't any major commitment, neither of us has actually committed to the relationship yet. Fucks sake, I'm even calling it a relationship

< Harry's POV >

Oh my fucking God. I'm going to get absolutely crucified because of this. I've just done stuff with a suspect, a murder suspect, Louis fucking Tomlinson, a 'stuck up prick' - to use mine and Liam's previous conclusion -  And now he's downstairs making us breakfast. Does he think that we are now in a relationship? Does he think that we have just done stuff this one time? Does he do this often? Is he expecting this as a regular thing? Is he thinking about the complications of this just as much as I am? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH So many fucking questions that I need the answers to, and I am never fucking asking him them, that's too embarrassing. It should work itself out, shouldn't it?

Yeah... I'll just let it play out. Can't be too bad

I got out of bed and pulled on - what I'm guessing are Louis' - boxers and sauntered downstairs to find him. As I was making my way down the main walkway heading towards the kitchen I heard the radio blasting the Spice Girls but layering over it was the unmistakable voice of Louis singing along. I turned the corner and there he was : dancing around in my boxers whilst cooking something on the stove singing along. Damn his arse looks good from behind

"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends. Make it last forever, friendship never ends. If you wanna be my lover, you have got to give"