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Eight.

Louis stayed the night at Harry's home that night, curled up into a little ball in Harry's grasp as he slept peacefully.

He awoke around eight that morning to an empty bedroom, yet Harry's spot was still warm, so he left a short time ago. He laid beneath the warm duvet for a few moments, body sunken into the plush mattress and eyes closed. He let out a soft little yawn, before slowly sitting up, stretching out his body and rubbing his eyes softly. He could hear quiet clinking from the kitchen, causing him to stand and begin to pad into there, dressed only in his briefs and Harry's shirt. (He hadn't decided if he wanted to wear his panties around Harry yet.)

Sure enough, Harry was in the kitchen, but he wasn't the one cooking. Liam was at the stove, looking quite handsome with his bed head, white teeshirt and plaid pajama pants. Harry was shirtless, standing at the island as he spoke on the phone.

"No, Charles, I told you I am not interested. I do not want to invest in James' company," Harry said firmly, drumming his fingers on the countertop as his grip on his phone tightened, showing his obvious exasperation. "No. Not under any circumstances."

After a moment, Louis padded closer to Harry, wrapping his arms around his middle and resting his head on his upper back. Harry's lips curled up into a smile, and he rested his free hand on Louis's. "Charles, that's enough. I've made up my mind," he said, but it wasn't as harsh as his earlier tone. "I'm hanging up now." And true to his words, he did so, placing his phone on the counter before turning in Louis's grasp, bundling him into his chest. "Good morning, baby."

Louis let out a quiet breath, "Hi daddy," he whispered. "You were gone this morning. I wanted to wake up next to you."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Harry murmured as the smaller lad hid his face in his neck. "I got a phone call. Didn't want to wake you, yeah?" He told him, swaying a bit with him.

Liam glanced over curiously at them, and snickered when Harry shot him a glare, going back to his sizzling bacon and eggs.

"Yeah," Louis whispered, a small smile on his lips. This felt nice. Having someone to be with in the morning other than Niall, and just having a man hold him. He loved being all wrapped up in Harry's grasp, with his arms strongly wrapped around him. He felt so at home, honestly.

Soon, Louis and Harry's breakfast was finished, the two sitting on the stools at the island as Liam placed the plates in front of the two. Harry placed a possessive hand on Louis thigh, causing the smaller man to blush, eating his food quietly, munching on bacon.

"Good?" Liam asked, leaning against the counter and making himself a plate with the leftovers. He smiled wide at Louis's little nod, nodding a bit himself. They ate in mostly silence, the only sound in the room the clinking of their forks against their plates. It was broken, though, when Harry spoke up. "Liam, I'm going to give you the rest of the day off."

Liam froze, blinking a few times before glancing up at Harry from his plate. "Really? Again? Are you sure?" He asked, and at Harry's nod, his lips curled up into a grin. "Great, yeah." He said. Harry raised one finger, "Just one requirement, though. You can't stay here, you have to go somewhere else until tonight." He said, and watched in amusement as Liam just dumped his plate in the sink before rushing upstairs.

Harry chuckled, standing and placing his own plate in the sink, before leaning against the counter, gazing at the fairy-like boy in front of him, picking at the bit of remaining eggs on his plate. When he finally looked up, his cheeks flushed more, and Harry gently took the plate, depositing it in the sink as well.

"Alright, baby. Today's a day of preparation. We're going to a few stores, then I'll drop you off with your Niall." Harry told him, watching Louis's lips curl up into a smile as he stood. He was content with spending time with Harry, with his daddy.