Buy Me Purple Flowers First | L.S [REWRITING]

26

They wake together bundled in scents greeted the night before. Heavy eyelids and passion induced fatigue linger.

Louis wakes first, feeling the warm naked chest below him. The sun greets his morning with a gentle hello, kissing his forehead and climbing rays of light painted on the walls. Harry's chest rises and falls, along with the quiet beating of his heart. A quiet hum of his breathing relaxes Louis and he appreciates the few seconds of contentment he receives with his alpha.

His alpha.

He would never get tired of thinking that, saying that, knowing that.

An unconscious and unspoken agreement that they are each others. Though Harry is still yet to pronounce his feelings directly, Louis knows how he feels, and a word isn't going to dictate their love.

A word doesn't control them, they do.
Nothing will ever control either of them, not anymore.

Louis listens closely to the beating of Harry's heart. A soft beating rhythm soothes Louis into comfort.

As blissful as this is, it does make the omega think. Well... what now? They had been gracefully given a gift from the heavens, each other. However, Louis can't play pretend anymore, he has shows to attend to, performances to give. He hates to admit it but he can't play in fairyland anymore.

Zayn knows it too and it's starting to bother him. Louis can sense how tense he's getting. Zayn is compassionate and understanding, however, he's not making status quos. Staff are still short from Liam's firing spree and without the performances, it's hard to pull in any money to pay people.

Their little holiday is over, and they need to get back into working.

Louis' heart stops. Does this mean Harry can no longer work for Louis? As a breach of confidentiality. Surely not... right?

He spots his phone, carelessly lying across Harry's body. He reaches for it but wakes Harry in the process, the delicate flutter of his eyelids and a smile rising to his cheeks.

"Morning," Harry whispers.

"Good morning," Louis replies after a breath of comfort.

"How did you sleep?"

"Really good," Louis chuckles before placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Harry takes the omegas hand and kisses his two middle knuckles. Running his finger over Louis' hand.

"You smell like me," Harry adds after breathing in from Louis' closeness.

"So do you,"

Harry smiles.

"Your hair is pretty," Louis adds using his other hand to run his fingers through the puffed curls.

"Why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself"

"I'm charmed," the omega laughs.

Harry smirks and pulls him in closer to his chest. Louis wraps his leg around Harry's thigh and tucks his head into his chin.

"I meant it you know," Louis whispers. 

The topic is obvious at the sincerity of his tone.

"About my hair?" he questions. 

Louis smiles, but he can't see it. 

"I love you,"

Harry pauses. 

"You don't have to say it back," Louis reassures once more, "I just thought you should know."

He nods.