but the wait will be worth it

chapter thirty four

Present day
September 19th 2012

"Hazza..." the soft words entered my ears. "Hazza, you look so beautiful, you know that? You're mine forever, you know that?"

A loud bang woke me up from my slumber, echoing the whole room.

"Shit, sorry..." Louis mumbled, picking up a plate from the hard floor. I rubbed my eyes and sat up tiredly.

He was carrying a tray with two plates of food and a smoothie on top of it, as the smell of bacon suddenly entered my nose.

I smiled up at him. "Were you just talking to me?" I mumbled. Louis shook his head.

"Must've been dreaming, love," he said while placing the tray over my lap. I laughed to myself.

"What's all this?" I asked, eyebrows shooting up. Louis smiled warmly and took a piece of bacon off of the plate, before getting onto the bed.

He climbed over me and settled himself under the covers, watching as I took a sip of the smoothie.

"Mmm.... good," I smiled. "Where'd you buy it from?"

Louis laughed as his mouth fell open. "What? Harry, I made it." He grinned as I raised a brow.

I picked up a piece of toast. "You'll have to thank your mum for me—"

"Alright alright, of course I didn't make it. It's from the pancake house." He laughed while playfully punching my shoulder.

I grinned while starting on the bacon, handing Louis another piece. "You didn't have to do this," I mumbled. Louis smiled.

"Repaying you for making me pasta," he said. I turned to him with a close mouthed smile, while chewing on my last bit of bacon. He quickly looked away with a shy grin and picked up the tv remote.

Louis switched through the channels a few times, before choosing to stay on the music video channel. The Backstreet Boys were on, preforming 'I want it that way.'

I laughed while gazing at the television, before the song had quickly ended and something Rihanna came on.

Louis nuzzled his chin onto my shoulder. "You have any clothes to wear," he mumbled. I shook my head while focused on the tv, as he got up off of the bed and opened the closet.

I was still in my clothes from yesterday, which had been starting to feel itchy against my skin. I scratched my upper arm before tearing off my shirt. I picked up the smoothie again and began to sip on it.

Louis sauntered over with a large grey adidas sweatshirt, one that I'd probably worn a million times.

"You ready?" He asked. My eyes stayed fixated on the tv as he brought the sweatshirt over my head. The familiar smell of strawberries and vanilla caused me to smile brightly.

As he pulled the sweatshirt over me, my words were muffled by the fabric. "Ready for what?"

Once it was fully on me, I lifted up my head to see his distant eyes. Louis fixed my hair a bit, which had been ruffled around by the sweater.

He stared at me for a minute, eyes running slowly over my lips. Louis sighed deeply.

"Airport," he said shortly before pressing his lips to mine. It was a soft kiss, a bit sleepy as I was still a bit hazy from just waking up. Louis wearily grabbed my jaw, before pulling back and placing one last quick peck onto my lips.

I rolled my eyes. "Nice way to soften the blow," I mumbled. Louis smiled and gently stroked the back of my neck with his thumb.

"It will be okay," he said softly. He turned to me with a small smile, and I gave one back.