Stuck in a dream ~ l.s

Epilogue

Before I opened my eyes, I felt a familiar hand placed around my waist.

"Hazza," my favourite voice whispered in my ear. His voice still made butterflies erupt in my stomach, every single time.

I opened my eyes and the bright blue was the first I saw. His face just as close as how we fell asleep earlier that night.

"Hey Loubear," I grinned. He rolled his eyes at the nickname but gave a small peck on the tip of my nose, before he jumped up, pulling me along in the process.

We had been laying on a patch of grass when we woke up on a hill, somewhere in the middle of nowhere as usual. Other than the dark sky filled with millions of stars and the grassy hills, there was nothing else.

"So Harold, what should we do tonight?" he looked expectingly my way, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Mmhh, I don't know," I frowned for a moment and looked at the stars above us. Suddenly my eyes widened as a brilliant idea formed in my head.

"Harry what are you thinking about," Louis' voice sounded excited and his eyes looked at me curiously.

"Close you eyes," I only said but he looked at me a bit confused, "Just do it, otherwise it won't be a surprise."

He finally closed his eyes, but when I wanted to turn around to look at the best location for my plan, he sneaky opened one eye.

"No peeking Lou!" a moment later I had a blindfold in my hand, "I don't trust you."

"I won't peek, I promise," he said seriously, but his damned beautiful eyes exposed him.

I still covered him with the blindfold, I knew Louis long enough that he definitely would peek if he had the opportunity.

"Kinky," he whispered cheeky, when I knotted the blindfold tightly around his head. I tickled him for a moment around his waist and he burst out laughing.

"Harry! please stop, I'm sorry okay," he giggled, trying to back away from me but I caught him around his waist and pulled his back against my chest. 

"You don't want to ruin my surprise do you?" I said with a pout.

"No of course not, love," he nuzzled his head further in my chest. I gave him a soft kiss. It was supposed to be short, but I started to drown in his taste and his being in general, rather quickly.

"Harry," he pulled away with difficulty, "Your plan, babe."

"Oh yeah, right," after shaking my head, I let go of him. Louis sat down on the grass and chuckled to himself quietly.

I hoped the wouldn't peek, because I had something in mind he would never guess.

As I turned around, our surroundings immediately changed from the grassy hills to a peaceful park. Of course it was our dream, so we're the only one there. It wasn't an random park either, but the park we're our first dreams had taken place. The park we had visited in person too, countless of times already, near Louis' old house.

I tried to remember the exact details of that one beautiful night. The sky changed from the almost black starry night, to the early evening sky with pink, orange and gold painted all over.

"Are you done?" an impatient whine from a bit away sounded through the silent evening.

"No, not yet," I said turning around to see Louis rocking back and forth on the grass with his legs crossed like a small child.