Here comes the sun - Larry

CHAPTER 9

I wake up with my arm draped over Harry's stomach. He's still sleeping, though, so I carefully move away from him, accidentally letting my fingers trail along his abs. I don't know how long I've been in this position, but I don't think further about it. I've woken up in far more intimate positions with Niall, so this is hardly a big deal. And I think it's a good thing that I wake up when I do because I'm only awake for a few minutes before Harry's alarm goes off and startles him awake. 

"Fuck me," he curses, nearly knocking his phone off his bedside table when he turns the alarm off.

I lock my phone, watching the way his muscles flutter when he rolls onto his stomach to hide his face in his pillow.

I take a breath. "Do you mind if we leave early? I need to get my football equipment from home. I would like a shower, too, so if—"

"It's fine, Louis."

"Is there a fancy breakfast waiting for us downstairs."

He snorts. "Not that I know of. My dad never eats breakfast, and I usually just eat cereal."

"Nice."

He turns back around, letting me get a look at his abs when his duvet slips down. I tear my eyes away, forcing myself to think about something else. I climb out of his bed instead, stretching before I make my way into his bathroom. I do what I need to, then switch with him when I get back out. I need him to get dressed immediately, otherwise I'll keep looking at him, which is... fuck. I get dressed myself, letting my tie hang loosely around my neck. Harry looks fresher when he comes back out, less tired but with a voice that's still deeper than usual.

"I'm definitely not used to sharing my bed." 

"I'm not very big, you know."

"I know," he smirks, pulling his pants on. "Doesn't change the fact that you've been touching me all night."

My eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

"Not like that," he snorts. "I've just had it warm, that's all."

"Because I've...?"

"Been pressing your body against mine."

I wince. "I didn't mean to."

"I know. And I assume, since you like affection or whatever, that it's only natural for you to touch whoever you're lying next to?"

I know it wasn't long ago that I told him, but I'm still surprised he remembers. And he's right, too, so even though I'm absolutely mortified by my actions, it makes sense. It's not like my subconscious mind can tell me to stop touching whoever I'm lying next to. I hate the warmth of sleeping with Emily, purely because her entire body is touching me, every single inch of skin pressing against mine. But when it's something as simple as this, I don't mind, but according to Harry, I've been touching him with a little more than just my arm, which is bizarre in itself.

"I'm sorry, though. I mean, I wasn't awake, obviously, but it's still a bit inappropriate."

"It's fine, Louis. I don't mind being touched, it's just... unusual."

"I'll try to keep my distance next time."

He raises his eyebrows. "Next time?"

I realise what I've said, but I can't exactly take it back. "I just figured we might end up here again."

"Right."

"To study."

"Right, because what else would we do?"

I reach up to fiddle with my tie, letting him stare into my eyes despite how it makes me feel—it's like he's staring into my soul. "I don't suppose you wanna hang out just for the hell of it?"