Friends

Are (1)

The one where H and L are obliviously in love with each other and are now co-Cupid's for Valentines Day <3
(55 minutes)

"Hazza! Wake up!" Louis shouts jumping up and down on the mattress.

Harry groans and throws the covers over himself hiding from Louis and the sunlight, although to Harry they're kind of the same thing. Louis doesn't let up, though, and instead he drops down on top of Harry and grips the blankets to slowly pull them down to reveal his face. He's met with a pouting and squinted eyed Harry and Louis can't help but smile at the sight. He also can't help the blush that spreads across his face when he realizes how close they are but he chooses to ignore that.

"Please Haz," he whispers, "I burnt the toast."

"You wot?" Harry questions exasperatedly, now sitting up in the bed making Louis' head fall into his lap.

Harry flushes at the compromising position before Louis props himself up and sits back on his heels, "Your toast. It's going to taste like burnt," Louis informs Harry remorsefully.

Harry chuckles throwing his head back a bit because he's always found Louis to be extremely funny. When he finally moves his head and meets Louis' eyes again he notices a little sparkle that shimmers within his blue irises. He suddenly feels his breath catching in his throat and then his wind pipe is closing up and he's experiencing a miniature coughing fit and he thinks he's slowly dying all because of a sparkle in Louis Tomlinson's big blue eyes. Louis looks at Harry with a mix of amusement and concern all at the same time and really Harry can't blame him.

When he's finally collected himself, Harry clears his throat, "How did you burn the toast exactly?" he raises an eyebrow.

Louis shifts his eyes around guiltily, "Uh, well, I had this great idea. Like GREAT idea," he emphasizes, "to put the toaster on the highest setting so it would, you know, toast faster," he pauses making it sound like the most obvious thing in the world, "And then I forgot to end the toasting process early because I was too busy burning the pancakes," he smiles innocently.

Even if his smile does make Harry's heart skip a beat, he doesn't fall for the boy's charms, "And how did you burn the pancakes?" Harry presses on.

Louis' eyes widen before he lets out the tiniest giggle, "Okay, so I had this great idea-" he starts but is quickly interrupted by a laughing Harry.

"Lou!" he gasps for air while Louis just watches him with a grin on his face, "You always do this," he shakes his head fondly.

"I know Haz," Louis whines, "But it's the thought that counts right?"

"Of course it is," Harry smiles letting his dimples pop out.

Louis' eyes widen at the sight before he's quickly averting his eyes with bright red cheeks. Harry doesn't seem to realize the reason for Louis' blush because he's too busy thinking Louis is the sweetest creature on this planet.

Louis clears his throat trying to get back on track, "Anyways, I was thinking-"

"Oh no," Harry groans.

"Oi!" Louis exclaims and goes to lightly hit Harry's chest. It ends in Harry just grabbing Louis' hand and pressing it against where his heart is beating rather fast. The boys start to blush again and Harry quickly drops Louis' hand realizing how intimate that moment might have come off, especially considering Harry is shirtless. Which Louis just now notices, and takes the thorough time to stare at Harry's chest.

"Louis," Harry says softly snapping Louis out of his daze.

"Right!" Louis squeaks out remembering why he started talking in the first place, "Um so, right," he stumbles over his words suddenly feeling very nervous now.

Harry furrows his eyebrows and gives him a pensive stare before going back to his own worries, like wondering if Louis could feel his heart beating at a supernatural speed just for him or if Louis always looks this good in the morning. He recons the answer is an easy yes.

"So you were thinking?" Harry gestures reminding Louis where he was while shifting his gaze up to Louis' bright blue eyes.

"Yeah, so you know how it's Valentines Day soon, right?" Louis asks and Harry can feel his heart drop at the question.

Of course Harry knows that. It's all he thinks about during February, besides his birthday which was yesterday on the 1st so that doesn't really count. Although, this year was absolutely brilliant. Louis bought him a guitar which Harry would object to because it's too expensive but Louis insisted, especially since he gets a discount for working at the music store. Harry couldn't think of a better birthday gift, other than the boy who gave him the gift, but that was out of the question.

But yeah, he knew it was V-Day soon and he was absolutely dreading it. The time of year where his best mate is flooded with flowers and chocolates while he sits there sulking and wishing he was the one giving him flowers and chocolates. Louis never accepts any of the date invitations, though, which always eases Harry's mind but it also makes him wonder why.

"Yeah, I know," Harry states plainly.

"Of course you do," Louis sighs quietly, "All the girls are all over you already," he mumbles.

Harry furrows his eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean by that?" he questions.

Louis widens his eyes like he didn't mean for Harry to hear that before he merely waves his hand about dismissively, "Nothing," he says and quickly changes the subject, "Anyways, I was just thinking, and you and I," he points between the two of them, "Should play Cupid."

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*no longer v-day but I thought this would be cute! I hope you enjoyed the first story of what will hopefully be many more!! <3
P.S. I hope the writing and grammar is okay I mean it's not perfect but I hope it's tolerable :)*