kalon l.s

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LOUIS' POV
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finally getting back from and school i flop down on the sofa in niall and i's flat. the swelling in my brain from everything i studied and the ache in my fingers from my labor seeping into the couch as i take in large breaths followed by long exhales.

a few weeks after the "i love you." confession, harry and i have developed a schedule. he comes over almost everyday and bugs the shit out of me. i think it's a pretty good schedule.

actually right now i'm pretty sure he is in the shower. he didn't have work today, usually when that happens he comes home and niall lets him in.

after twenty minutes of me dozing in and out of consciousness, not aware of reality unless i think of it. finally harry comes out, towel wrapped around his waist but quickly disappears into my room without noticing my presence.

leaning back on the couch, staring off at the ceiling watching as the sunlight beaming through the window making the dust that dances with each other, appear visible. the light burning at the tip of my nose and start of my hairline, making me feel alive in a funny way.

i hear the click of my bedroom door again, sitting up almost to fast and excited to see him i get a head rush. the blood flowing fast and making my head dizzy and vision go dark. i haven't eaten in a while.

"hey, babe." i say, raking his body from his dark sweat pants to his large maroon hoodie. his curls framing his face, making him all the more desirable.

he jerks his head up at the sudden noise, fear running through his eyes until he lays them upon me, a smile comes in next. "hi, baby." he leans over the back of the couch to plant a chaste kiss upon my sun kissed lips.

"what are you doing here so early? no school work?" i stand up to go grab something to eat from the stacked cupboards harry stocked because, "i just feel like i need to. i'm always here. i need to... idk provide too ." grabbing a lunchable - nail and i have a very ...eclectic taste - and taking a seat in my previous spot.

he shrugs his shoulders, coming over to sit behind me so i can rest my head on his lap. "didn't really have much i couldnt do tomorrow. plus i knew you had work today sooo," he smiles at me, "i wanted to come over and just, make it better." he pecks my forehead before speaking again. "what about you?"

"tired really, nothing out of the usual. yeah, having a day in sounds nice." i said smiling softly as he combs through my hair easing my eyes to close and rel an into his lap and soothes my tired muscles as i eat from my child's meal.

harry hums, "do you want to go to the theatre? watch a new film?" he questions, quirking a curious eyebrow up.

i mull it over in my head, doesn't seem bad. "i'm not driving." i jump from my spot on the couch and make a bee line for my room still munching on my lunchable.

once we are settled into my car and headed to the nearest theatre i finally get the courage to ring up my mom.

"lou, baby! how are you, darling?" her chirpy voice is thrown through my ear as my younger sisters voices roam in the back.

i take in a deep breath as a smile spreads across my face. "good, good, how are you?" i ask, looking over to harry watching as his eyes dart across the road, sign to sign, car to traffic light.