Louis Geller-Bing Tomlinson the adopted son of Monica and Chandler Geller-Bing hates his "family friend" Harry Geller-Green Styles. From his childhood, he's been told that Harry is his cousin but since he's adopted and absolutely HATES Harry, cousin...
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LOUIS POV
"Pstt, Curly!" "Curly! wake up!" Louis whispered in his best friend's ear.
It was the day they had to leave for the farm house and Louis still had not packed, typical. And he desperately needed help, not that he would admit it. But he knew if Harry was awake and saw his unpacked suitcase he would leap to the task.
Louis leaned back to admire the younger boy's sleeping figure. He looked so calm and docile, like an angel. His eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks in the morning light and his plump pink lips were slightly puckered. His curls that reached just below his ears were across his face, as if he had turned over a lot in his sleep.
Then Louis shook himself because what exactly was he doing creepily staring at his friend..who was a BOY at 5am?
"Harry, Curly, wake up please!" He tried again.
"M' not curly," the green eyed boy said groggily and Louis could barely make out his words. "Of course you are silly. Now get up Curly!"
"Is it time to leave?" This time Harry blinked his eyes open, little by little and rubbed the crusts of sleep that had formed overnight. He looked absolutely adorable.
But why was Louis thinking he looked adorable? That's the 2nd time in 5 minutes!
"No but we have an exciting day ahead of us!" Louis said giddily. "So I thought I'd wake you!" "Are the others up?"
"No Curly, just you and me time!" Louis said racking his brain fast thinking of excuses on why they shouldn't wake the others. Liam and Zayn would see right through him and realise he was making Harry do his work. And Niall,well Niall was so energetic, even at the crack of dawn that he would wake everyone up, and no Louis couldn't have that.
It seems as though his excuse worked because the corners of Harry's lips pulled up and his cheeks turned pink and he said, "I'd like that. But I'm not Curly."
"Of course you're Curly. You have curly hair as proof!" Louis exclaimed. "But that's not my name!" Harry whined loudly causing Louis to put a hand over his mouth, "Shh you'll wake the others and then we'd have to share our time with them also. Now we wouldn't want that now would we? Louis asked in his baby voice, putting emphasis on the our. Harry gently nipped the pads of Louis' fingertips and whispered, "No that would be the worst."
And Louis couldn't explain the tingles that ran down his arms when Harry's pearly whites came in contact with his delicate skin.
As Harry was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and doing his morning cream routine or whatever that Louis would never be caught dead doing, an idea struck him. He swung his legs from the chair he was sitting on,his heels bumping softly with the legs of the chair since his feet were too short to reach the floor.
"So what are we doing in this Harry and Louis time?" Harry asked as he came out of the bathroom. Judging by the steam billowing out and fresh clothes, the boy had taken a bath at bloody 5:30! Louis shuddered by just thinking about it.
