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Chapter Nineteen

Harry was lying in Louis' room, fresh and clean after being out all day. Louis was showering and Harry couldn't help but wish that he could stay here with Louis for the rest of his life. He loved the man and was disappointed when Niall said they were to leave tomorrow. 

On their way back from the pub they had all discussed that Harry and Niall were going to leave the next afternoon. Harry was sad that he wasn't able to stay with Louis but he knew Louis was probably happy to have his own room back again. 

Louis walked into the room, his eyes finding Harry's before his lips turned up in a smile. "Hazza!" He whispered loudly, knowing that the other boys were trying to sleep. He jumped onto Harry and laid against his chest. "Hi Lou." Harry said. Louis stretched out so he was on top of Harry, hugging him.

"Are you glad to go back home tomorrow?" Louis asked, his breath hot on Harry's neck. "It's not really home." Harry stated, avoiding the question. Louis was confused, what did Harry even mean? "What'd you mean Haz?" He questioned. "It's not really home because I won't be with you." Harry said shyly. Louis was freaking out. He was Harry's home? Harry was his home. "You're my home." Louis stated. 

Harry smiled. 

Both of the boys lay tangled together, they belonged with each other. In fact, they belonged to each other. Although neither one of the boys had any clue about it yet. 

Harry reached for the duvet and pulled it over him and Louis. "Goodnight Louis." He said before kissing his head. Louis felt Harry's lips on his head and smiled into the man's chest. The world fell quiet and they grew louder as they drifted off. 

Louis woke up before Harry the next morning. It was unusual for the boy to wake up before Harry. He crawled off of him and walked to the toilet. The cold tile on his feet made him long for Harry's warmth. He used the toilet before finding a new pair of sweats on the floor. Louis wondered if he could sneak into Harry's room without the boy waking up. 

He guessed right and as he dug through Harry's bag the boy still slept peacefully in the other room. He found a long sleeved shirt and changed into it. The sleeves hung over his hands and the fabric was loose on his petite frame but he liked it. It smelled like Harry and Louis wanted it for when the boy left him. 

Louis opened the door to his bedroom and found the boy still fast asleep on his bed. Louis crawled back into the bed and started gently shaking the man awake. "Harry! Wake uppppppp!" He drawled, before Harry slowly opened his eyes. Harry squinted, the light coming in from the windows was bright. "Hi Lou," Harry said in a raspy morning voice. "Is that my shirt?" Louis laughed, "The first thing you notice is that I'm wearing your shirt. Wow." He said. Harry smiled, "Keep it, it looks better on you anyways." He said. "Harold, by the time you leave I'm going to have half of your closet." Louis joked. 

It was true, at this point Harry and Louis couldn't tell the difference between each other's clothes. Harry just laughed and shook his head, burying it deeper into the pillow. Louis then pushed Harry over and sat on his stomach. "Louis! Get off me!" Harry squealed when Louis started to tickle the boy. 

After Harry promised he would make Louis tea and toast he stopped tickling Harry. Harry quickly got dressed and they made their way down the stairs. The boys were the first two up which meant they were unlucky. When the other boys would walk in, they would ask for breakfast too, taking Harry's attention off of Louis. 

Harry was working quickly making him and Louis tea and toast for breakfast. Louis sat on the counter watching Harry and his clumsy movements. Harry was reaching for a plate in the cabinet above Louis, until Louis latched his feet around Harry's waist, and the need for a plate slipped his mind. 

Their chests were pressed together, hearts beating as one. All Harry could see was Louis, all he could smell was Louis, and all he could feel was Louis. Something happened every time the two of them got close. It was almost as if they were magnets, when they got to close, they felt the need to be closer. Louis put his small, cold hand around Harry's warm neck. Their faces were inches apart, one movement closer and Louis' thin lips and Harry's plump lips would touch. There was nothing in the way, only the tension that hung in the air. Each of them made slow movements, barley moving towards the other until Louis lunged forward. His lips were now on Harry's. Their lips slowly molded together in unison. Harry could feel his heart swell and Louis could too. Harry had just moved his hands to Louis' waist when- 

DING! The toaster went off. They pulled apart slowly, neither one wanting the kiss to end. Harry blushed when Louis gently shoved him towards the toaster. "Do you want to eat downstairs or upstairs?" Louis said, his voice breaking the silent spell. Harry gave him an all knowing look and quickly grabbed the two teas, and the toast, following Louis up the stairs.