Make Me Beg [l.s - edited version]

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Harry's POV:

Louis is currently seated on the sofa in my living room, bundled in his own little pile of fuzzy blankets. I offered to give him his sweater back since we're in my house and I have things to keep warm, but he declined.

No complaints here. It's a warm jumper and it smells just like him; it's an intoxicating smell that'll live in daydreams with me to the ends of the earth, mark my words.

Louis claims I should keep it for now and that I can give it back next time we see each other. This resulted in an immense amount of blushing and grinning on my end, along with the realization that there will be another time.

I walk from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn and drinks and plop down on the other side of the sofa. Watching a movie in my bedroom seemed like it might be taken the wrong way on his part, and the last thing I wanted to do is make Louis uncomfortable.

I have to force myself to take things slow despite my excitement. I know what it's like to be in a rushed relationship, and it's not worth it. Our time for watching movies under the covers in my room will come soon... hopefully.

I press play on Grease and I can hear Louis munching away on the popcorn. I not-so-discreetly look over at him and find myself realizing just how cute he looks. He reminds me of a little fish swimming in a sea of blankets.

He notices my staring - is he blushing? - and smiles. "Want some blankets, Harry?"

I quickly try to look away before he notices, but he's already caught my eye. "Oh, no, it's okay. Plus, they don't really reach all the way across the sofa," I shake my head, frankly a little embarrassed he caught me staring at him.

He frowns, looking down at the blankets piled on top of him, and then over at me once more. "Well then you should c'mere so I can share them," He says stubbornly, patting the sofa cushion right beside him.

I give a shy smile and slide over one cushion, sitting just a little bit closer to him than I would with anyone else. He smiles back and drapes them over the both of us and I'm quickly engulfed in the warmth of the blankets. The epiphany that these blankets will also smell like Louis after he leaves makes me unexplainably giddy.

The movie consumes our attention for the next two hours, and I bite my lip to keep from singing the songs I know by heart. But when Louis starts to sing under his breath next to me, it's absolutely precious.

I can't lie, there was a big part of me that wanted to snuggle up with Louis under the warm and heavy blankets that covered the two of us, but for all I know, he might never talk to me again if I did.

But midway through the movie, all those doubts were washed away when Louis nudged my leg with his and then held up the blanket for me indicating that I should cuddle with him. And of course, if he initiates, who am I to say no? I soon found myself with my head resting against his shoulder as we watched the rest of the movie together.

Once the movie ends, our popcorn is all gone and our drink cans are empty. It's only a little after  3 PM and I'm not sure what to do now. It's very possible I was so excited for Louis to come over that I barely thought about what our plans would be once he did.

I play some music on my speakers and we find ourselves getting lost in conversation for the next few hours. I tell him more about myself, my job, and my family. He elaborates on his hobbies and passions (I've made a mental note to take him to a Doncaster Rovers footie match sometime), his job at the restaurant, and his friends.

"How did you come out?" Louis asks, taking a sip of water as we chat. My coffee table has various bags of snacks on it that I got from the kitchen an hour or so ago, and I swallow the sugar cookie in my mouth before answering.