Lilac || l.s. ✔︎

Chapter thirty-four

There was something surreal about waking up next to Louis every day. Be it just the mere thought or the experience in itself, it was surreal and it left him giddy for hours— which was exactly one of the chief reasons behind him being such a thriving morning person. The day had started out as usual, Harry woke up by the blaring sound of his alarm. His eyes shot open before he reached forward for the alarm clock placed on the bedside table, slamming it mute. He heard the soft groans of Louis but unheeded them as he went to get out of bed. It was fairly early in the morning and telling Louis to go back to sleep would only result in Louis waking up and then the alpha would be off the whole day while pestering him about disturbing his slumber.

"Where are you going?" He turned around to face the drowsy alpha with his eyes squinted. Louis was lying prone, the left side of his face squished against one of the pillows, eyes half-lidded with sleep as he stared at him, confusion clear on his somnolent features. "I have to get ready for work," he answered, gulping apprehensively as the cloud of sleep cleared out in his hazy mind and things became more apparent. Things like how Louis' hand rested limply on the middle of his chest as if that would restrict him from moving. Things like how Louis looked disgruntled about the revelation of him leaving for work. 

"Take a leave," Louis murmured, his eyes fluttering close mid-sentence before he was forcing his eyes open. "I can't. You cannot expect me to take a leave when it hasn't even been two weeks of me working there." He retorted, climbing down from the bed. "Okay, then." Louis snorted in defeat after a while. The omega paused, spitting out the mouthwash before wiping his face with a small towel. "Go to sleep." He suggested, taking a look at himself. He winced at the shambolic condition of his hair, shaking his head before wrapping it on top of his head with a simple blue hair tie. 

"How about you take a leave and we can check up on how much the shed for your flowers has progressed?" Louis proposed softly, now sounding much more awake than before. Harry had completely forgotten about the ongoing construction project taking place in the garden (more so because of the fact, Louis had insisted that he should only see the final product which would be done more or less a day before Christmas Eve). After much discussion with the workers on the first day, they both had agreed on building it on the left side of the lawn, away from prying eyes,  just a few meters away from the arch of the back patio. He knew Louis kept up with the workers daily, checking up on them to ask if they needed water, food, or even some equipment for the making of the shed. While Louis was well updated with how things were playing out, Harry hadn't even gotten a chance to glance at the format.

"Really? I can?" He questioned almost curiously, head tilted to the side in confusion— what had caused this change of mind? Just a day before, Louis had been adamant about not letting him take even a peek of the progress of the shed, and now the alpha was ready to let him see the shed. Louis merely nodded, hints of that smug smile Harry had learned to hate and love in the past week, present across his languid features. 

"But Johnny— he already doesn't trust me and I don't want to break whatever progress we've made by taking a leave in just a week!" Harry exclaimed with a whiny edge to his tone, emerging from the bathroom, now standing while leaning against the bedside table. "He doesn't trust you?" Louis asked in pure disbelief, bolstering his body with the aid of his elbow as he stared up at him through crinkled slits. "Not like that. He just— doesn't trust me with the baking stuff." Harry shed light on the misconception, standing up straight before he was walking up to the closed windows. He drew open the curtains, letting beams of the sun enter the still dark room. "Well, we will have to change that, won't we?" He heard Louis murmur to himself.