Harry, Louis and the other three boys they live with at university, Niall, Liam and Zayn are all heading off for their Christmas holidays with their families. That's when Louis gets the call that he can't come home, his mum and four step-sisters are...
"Hey Louis, Mum asked if we wanted to get the air mattress out and sleep downstairs and watch movies tonight. Do you want to?" Harry asked, coming into my bedroom where I was lying on my bed watching How I Met Your Mother on my laptop.
"Yeah, sounds really fun." I said.
"Sweet, we'll set it all up after dinner okay?" Harry replied.
"Yup." I agreed and he went back to his room.
What would spending the whole night with Harry be like? What if something happened between us again? No, it wouldn't. It couldn't.
I tried not to focus on my feelings as I spent the rest of the afternoon in my room, doing some holiday work for about twenty minutes and then collapsing on my bed again and looking through Twitter for an hour.
"Oi Louis, dinner's ready." Gemma said, knocking on my open door.
"Thanks." I said and I threw my phone down on my pillow and followed her downstairs. Harry was already sitting down, pouring wine into everyone's glasses.
Dinner was as it usually was, Anne making cheerful conversation, Harry and Gemma arguing about stupid stuff and Robin cracking jokes.
"Right Louis, help me get the air mattress out of the cupboard upstairs." Harry said once the dishes had been cleared away.
I followed Harry upstairs and he opened a cupboard, pulling out a big folded up air mattress and the air/filler/pump thing that was a tangled mess of wire.
"Bloody hell." Harry mumbled under his breath, starting to unknot the cord.
"Here." I said, taking it from him and continuing to untangle it.
"I'll take this downstairs." Harry said and he bundled up the mattress and went downstairs. I finished sorting out the cord pretty quickly and joined Harry in the living room where he was putting the mattress into place on the carpet.
Then we plugged in the pump thing and filled it up with air.
"Wicked. Now we just need blankets and pillows." I said and we went back upstairs. Harry dragged his duvet off his double bed and slung it over his shoulder, picking up several pillows and tucking them under his arms. His hair fell in front of his face and he dropped everything, reaching for a hair tie from his bedside table and pulling his hair back, tying it into a bun at the back of his head.
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Good lord, I thought that he couldn't possibly look any better than he already did and now he's gone and done it. Why have I never seen him with his hair tied up before? And why was it so fucking hot?
"Take a picture, it'll last longer." he said with a smirk, catching me staring at him.
I felt myself blush and looked away, picking up the pillows he dropped and leading the way back downstairs. He was behind me with his duvet draped around his neck, which he threw down on the mattress.
I was going to be sharing a bed with him when he looked like that? How was I ever going to survive?
After one more trip upstairs and a raiding of the kitchen we were ready to start our movie night. Harry settled himself under the blankets, leaning on a pile of pillows against the couch. I sat beside him, taking a sip from my bottle of beer, the big bowl of popcorn separating us.
Harry started the first movie, Goodfellas.
Nothing really happened while we watched the movie, we just talked and ate the popcorn.
When we picked the second movie, Jurassic Park, we finished the popcorn and I moved the bowl away. Harry paused the movie and got up to pee. I checked my phone and noticed a text from Zayn.
Zayn: Hey Louis, how's it going with Harry?
Louis: Umm, we're watching a movie right now and I do have something to tell you but can I call you tomorrow because it's kind of a long story.
I was going to tell him all about Harry's friends and the party and Aaron and Nick.
Zayn: Alright mate, talk to you tomorrow, enjoy your movie
Louis: Goodnight
Then Harry came back and stepped over my legs to get to his side of the mattress. Is it just me or he sitting much closer than before?
Harry played the movie again and I tried to focus on it, making it through to the end without kissing Harry again or staring at that bloody hair bun.
"What now?" Harry asked, yawning.
I checked my phone to see that it was quarter to midnight.
"One more movie and then bed?" I suggested.
"Yup, you can pick something while I go and get some more food, do you want a hot chocolate?" he asked, getting up.
I choose the hangover because it was always a laugh and waited for him to come back, watching the twinkling lights of the christmas tree in the corner.
After about ten minutes Harry came back with a packet of biscuits in his hoodie pocket, a bag of crisps under his arm and two mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. I thought they only made hot chocolate's like that in movies.
"Here you go mate." Harry said, passing me my mug and then sitting down beside me.
"Cheers." I said, taking a sip. It was delicious.
I started the movie and we opened the snacks.
Once half the biscuits were gone Harry said that he couldn't eat any more and I agreed, moving the packet off the mattress and pushed it along the carpet a little, along with the empty crisps packet.
We had finished out hot chocolate's and I went to put the mugs in the sink and fill them with water to keep them clean.
When I came back after stopping in the bathroom I noticed Harry fast asleep, his body turned away from where I was sitting, the movie playing in the background while he snored lightly.
I watched him for a while and then realised that that was creepy so I turned off the movie, switched off the Christmas lights so I could sleep and got onto the mattress beside him, where I was sitting earlier.
I pulled the duvet up to my face and was reminded that it was Harry's when I got a strong whiff of his shampoo and his body spray, which mixed to create an amazing scent.
"Night H." I whispered. He didn't reply obviously because he was asleep and I put my pillow into a more comfortable position and closed my eyes. After a few minutes Harry moved over and rolled into my side, still breathing deeply and snoring slightly. He put his head on my shoulder and carried on sleeping.
After hesitating for a few seconds I pulled him closer, enjoying the comfort of being cuddled and inhaled the amazing smell that was much stronger now his leg was hooked over mine under the blanket. I shut my eyes and knew that this was going to be the best sleep I'd ever had.
