ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐒 ˡᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵗʸˡⁱⁿˢᵒⁿ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

i wish

Harry wakes up at the crack of dawn, squeezing his eyes shut. He groans, rolling over onto his stomach and hitting his alarm clock. He hates waking up at six am. It's just so early. He pushes himself up and looks to the other side of the bed at his sleeping boyfriend. He smiles, his pink lips widening.

Louis's hair is a mess, longer than he usually lets it get. The sun bounces off of it, making it shine a soft hazel color and even though his eyes are closed, Harry can practically see their bright blue color, just like when Louis looks at him. Louis stirs in his sleep, grabbing the blanket, wrapping his fist around it. His lips move, though no sound comes out. Harry could watch him forever. 

He loves these moments in the early morning before he needs to worry about anything. Before Louis awake and before he is really awake himself. Before he and Louis go back to being straight boy band members. Before anybody can tell him not to love whoever the hell he wants to. Before he goes back to pretending. 

The sun sparkles against the opaque white curtains, making the morning feel even more magical. Louis's soft, sleeping breath is the only sound. All Harry wants to do is wake him up and kiss him senseless. But on the other hand, he's just so cute when he's asleep. 

He presses a soft kiss to Louis's cheekbone, waking him up. Louis blinks and a smile spreads across his face when he sees Harry, his blue eyes really shining now. 

"Hey," Louis says, his voice raspy and full of sleep, the smile still playing on his lips.

"Hey, love." Harry says. "We have to go. The others are waiting. Mostly Niall."

Louis sighs, frowning adorably. "But we just got up. I don't get to spend any time with you. I haven't even kissed you yet."

Harry runs a hand through Louis's hair. "I know. I could have woken you up earlier but you're just so cute when you sleep." Louis looks at him lovingly. "And we get tonight, Lou. After the concert, we get tonight. And tonight, I will kiss you just as much as you want."

Louis smiles at him. "Yeah. That's true. We do get tonight. Tonight I can kiss you. But tonight is in twelve hours and I don't want to wait that long."

"Okay, but if we don't hurry Niall's gonna break this door down and see us and we don't really want him to find out, do we?" Harry asks, smiling at his boyfriend, trying to make him feel better about having to wait to kiss him.

"I guess not." Louis says. He leans up and kisses Harry gently. "I love you, Hazza, even though that's as much as I can kiss you right now."

"I love you too." Harry says, brushing their noses together. 

He sits up and stretches, his shirt rising just above his waist. Louis watches him for a moment before rolling over and onto the floor, then pushing himself up. He walks over to the dresser and pulls on a T-shirt. 

"What's our excuse this time?" Louis asks, buckling his belt, turning back to Harry. He straightens his shirt, watching his boyfriend. 

"Sleepover." Harry says. "Niall and Liam do that all the time. Just don't tell them about the sleeping in the same bed part. Or the being boyfriends part. Or really any other part except the fact that we slept in the same house. Maybe the same room but I don't know."

"Yeah." Louis says. "I think it's best we leave all that out." He walks over to Harry and wraps his arms around his waist. "But I still get to know about it. And I'll just be thinking about it until tonight."

They walk out the door of the bedroom and into the kitchen where Niall sits on the counter, eating a bar of chocolate. Niall smiles and walks over to them, putting an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Hey, guys." He says, grinning broadly. "Why're you here, Louis?"

"Sleepover." Louis lies sadly. 

"Hey, Niall." Harry says, wrapping an arm around his waist, hugging him back. He looks at Louis, who's looking at the ground. 

Louis puts his arm around Niall's waist too and their fingers brush; a silent I love you.

Niall pulls away. "Liam and Zayn should be here soon. Thanks for letting us meet up at your house, Harry."

Harry waves a hand, still distracted by Louis. "No problem, Niall."

Louis rubs his temples, looking up from the floor. "I don't know if I can take the paparazzi today."

Harry squeezes his shoulder in a way that could be read as platonic even though it isn't. He tries to put all the things he can't say into it. All the love, all the wanting to make him feel better, everything. "You'll do great. You always do great." 

Their eyes meet and Louis gives him a smile, then blushes, kicking the floor. 

"Yeah," Niall says. "Don't worry about it, Louis. But you might want to put your shirt on right side out."

Louis looks down and sees the inseam. "Oops."

He takes it off and puts it back on properly. Harry swallows. It's times like these when it's hardest to pretend that he doesn't love Louis as much as he really does. Liam walks through the door as Louis takes off his shirt. He slows down. 

"Oh...my god." Liam says. "What have I walked into?" 

Louis shoots him a look at which Liam laughs. Niall looks at his watch.

"Where is Zayn?" Niall asks, tapping his foot. "We have to go. It's already six thirty."

"He'll be here soon, Niall." Liam says. "We left at the same time. He should be here. He'll be here soon."

As if on cue, Zayn rushes in, skidding to a stop on the kitchen tile, his shoes squeaking. "Sorry!" He says. "Sorry!" Niall gives him a dirty look. "Niall, I'm sorry."

"Where were you, Zayn?" Liam asks. "We left at the same time."

"I had to stop for gas." He says, running a hand through his dark hair. 

"We have to go!" Niall says, grabbing Zayn's wrist and dragging him out the door. Liam follows them, nearly stepping on the backs of their shoes.

Harry looks at Louis. "Come on, Lou. We better go too."

Louis gives him a lingering kiss, hands tracing the skin just under his shirt. Then he pulls away right as Niall runs back in. Louis sighs softly. 

"Guys!" Niall says, waving his hands. "Let's go!"

Harry sighs. "Alright, Lou, we better go."

All three of them walk out the door. Harry gives Louis's hand a quick squeeze and Louis returns it.

A/N: Well, I guess I do this now. Not just Newtmas anymore. Still gay, of course, but you know. ANYGAY, thanks for reading. Love you guys. <3. Sorry if it's shit, btw.