kalon l.s

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                            LOUIS' POV

a warm heaviness was under my head when i woke up. my arms rapped around a soft surface. my head rising up and down slowly from the solid.

slowly opening my eyes i'm met with a green sweatshirt. focusing in for a second, i realize i'm with someone.

going through all my thoughts and memories from the night befo-

wait.

harry sleep over last night.

in my bed.

my eyes widen for a second before slowly moving head to look at the face of the man i've hated since i was sixteen.

he is peacefully asleep. soft puffs of air coming out of his slightly opened mouth. a very quiet almost unheard snore crawls up his throat.

holy shit. we're cuddling. i'm cuddling him. not the other way around. given his arm is around me. but i'm like on top of him.

i try and think of a way to get out of the bed without waking him up from his sleep.

finally i decide to very very slowly move my arm off of him and slowly raise myself off.

gathering his arms off of me i gently place them by his side. looking at his face i see that he is still asleep.

i knew i shouldn't have let him sleep in here. this is just going to lead to even more awkward tension and arguments i don't need.

he didn't want to go home. what the fuck. it his house. shouldn't have bought if he don't fucking like it. idiot.

i just didn't want to piss niall and zayn off really. niall words from the other week kind of dug themselves in my brain. "insufferable" to be around. i feel bad for them. harry and i are their best mates. we shouldn't be arguing all the time.

it's so hard not too though. i mean he just nags me all the time. he thinks it's so funny too. he is a child in a mans body out to kill me.

i move to get on my knees until i hear a muffled laugh. my shot up to see harry with his hand covering his mouth with his eyes crinkled.

his hair is everywhere. the hoodie of mine he wore last night is pushed up letting me see his happy trail and fern tattoos.

my brows shoot up, now he knows we were cuddling. fuck. he's going to throw that in my face.

i sit on my knees resting my bottom on my feet. "nothing happened. this," i motion between us. "did not happen." i narrow my eyes trying to get point across.

he lets his hand fall to the bed letting me hear his laugh before it finally dies down. "oh but it did, darling ." he says with a large grin painting his face. his voice thick with sleep, his slow accent making my skin crawl.

he is going to make this so hard. i won't ever live this down if he gets his way.

i draw a breath in through my nose and out through my mouth with my eyes closed. "don't you dare tell anyone. i swear to god i will kill you." i try and intimidate him.

he folds his lips in his mouth in an attempt to hide his smile - failing.

he shakes his head. "you enjoyed it don't lie." he taunts me.

i rest my hands on my clothed thighs rubbing them up and down. staring at him intensely. "not one bit. you're like a fucking heater."  i lie.

he quirks his eyebrow up in amusement. a grin forming on his face once again. "i don't know, you looked pretty comfy." his voice still in an obnoxiously low song.