When The Smoke Is In Your Eyes (l.s.)

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09.04.15

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Louis had stayed at Harrys on the night of the eighth, which was a Saturday and he never usually stayed over on a Saturday because Sunday was rugby day. The buzzing of Harrys alarm woke him from his sleep. With a groan, he reached over to hit Harry, like he usually did, silently telling the older boy to turn it off. This time instead of cuddling back against Louis he got out of bed, unplugging his phone and standing next to the bed in his boxers while he read over the messages he'd got during the night. 

"What you doing?" Louis grumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he opened one eye, the other unable to be opened from where the side of his face was pressed into the pillow. 

"Getting up, it's nearly ten." Harry replied although he didn't look up from his phone. 

"So?" 

"I've got rugby at 11 today, we're playing a league." 

"Rugby talk Haz, no idea." 

"We're playing a match, it's not like a friendly where it doesn't matter if we win or not. The results of this match will determine if we move up a division or stay in division 2." 

"Right, you're still on rugby talk but have fun." 

"You can come and watch if you want?" He offered, putting his phone down and moving towards his wardrobe. 

Louis tried not to drool over his back muscles, his thighs and his ass. Of course the older boy was completely oblivious to Louis' thoughts as he got his rugby kit out of the wardrobe and moved over to the desk drawers to get himself some underwear. 

"Alright, means I'm dragging Zayn there though." Louis replied, rolling onto his front to try and get at least five more minutes sleep and to also avoid looking at Harrys bare backside as he changed his underwear. 

"I think Lex and Liv are here, they'll go with you." 

"Alright, when do you have to leave?"

"Like 10:40." 

Nodding, Louis crawled out of the bed, slapping Harrys bare back as he walked past and giggling as he left the room. There was noise coming from the living room, then Zayns voice coming from his bedroom telling them all to shut up. In the living room was Liam, Lex, Niall and Liv, sat on the sofas. 

"Louis!" Liv said excitedly, smiling up at him. 

"Hi." He replied, going into the kitchen pulling the sleeves of Harrys hoodie down over his hands then pulling it down so it covered his bum. 

From the kitchen he got himself an orange, peeling it as he made his way back to the living room and settling himself in the arm chair that was established as Harrys, meaning Louis always sat in it. 

"Sleep good?" Liam asked, winking. 

"You're not funny Liam." Louis retorted, dropping an orange segment into his mouth and turning his head when he heard Harry walk into the living room. 

"Have you eaten," He asked Louis, tutting when the boy waved his orange at him, "that's not a breakfast Lou." 

Shrugging, Louis grinned and popped another piece of orange in his mouth. 

"Harry! Get me sock out the dryer would ya?" Niall called out, waving his one bare foot around. 

A sock came flying threw from inside the kitchen, surprisingly landing on Niall.