Have I forgotten how to love; remind me once again

Chapter Thirty

"Hi", is breathed into Louis' ear, and despite waking him up way too early, a smile still spreads over his face. "Hi, my love", he hums back, burying his head into Harry's curls - or at least that was the intention, but Harry has turned around from their spooning position, facing him, and Louis successfully bumps their foreheads rather harshly together.

Louis groans but Harry simply laughs, his fingers traveling up Louis' chest until they reach his neck where Harry drags his thumb softly across the skin.

"I woke up and now I can't fall back asleep", he explains and Louis groans again, not opening his eyes. "And you decided to make that my problem too?", he grumbles, beginning to turn over in bed to keep sleeping, but stopping dead in his tracks when Harry continues.

"There's still like an hour till we have to get up. And I have a great idea on how to spend it", he grins, leaning closer to Louis so his last words release a breath across the older boy's shoulder.

That's really all it takes for Louis to wake up properly, instantly turning back to Harry and grabbing his face with two hands to kiss him. "Mmmh, morning breath", Louis hums into the kiss and they both giggle.

"Give me a second to brush my teeth", Louis continues, but Harry grabs his wrist before he can move, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "No need, I want to eat you out and then fuck you".

"Oh god", is Louis' only words as Harry turns him over - because really, how else could he react.

***

As it turns out, them having plenty of time turns into quite a rush when more than an hour and a half passes before Harry is done with Louis. When they realize, Louis is half asleep and fucked out on Harry's chest and they're only reminded because yesterday Harry set an alarm for the absolute latest time they'd have to leave in order to get to the hospital on time.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck", he chants, quickly moving away from underneath Louis while the latter groans, "We just did that, but sure", then returns to his half-asleep state.

"Louis, get up", Harry laughs, throwing a pillow at his boy's face. "We're going to be late".

There's no movement from the bed despite Harry rushing around the room, trying to get dressed as quickly as possibly, just another groan and then, "My legs aren't working".

Harry allows himself a second to look fondly back at the bed where Louis has finally opened his eyes, then offers, "I'll carry you. But you have to hurry, we're seriously late."

"Ugh fine." Louis grumbles, reluctantly rolling out of bed on shaky legs and grabbing the first pair of sweats in the drawer and one of Harry's shirts. With a pair of socks in his hands, Harry sweeps the older boy up in his arms, carrying him bridal style down the stairs while Louis clings to his neck, equally parts horrified and swimming with laughter.

Somehow, they make it downstairs, and Harry lets Louis down so they can put on socks and shoes, holding out the car keys for him to take and then sweeps him up again and carries a laughing Louis to the car.

"I'm not sure my legs are steady enough for driving", Louis jokes when he's turning the car keys, but seconds later he loses the clutch completely, and it's no longer just a joke. He looks reproachfully at Harry before he tries again, this time successfully rolling out of the driveway. "This is your fault", he clarifies for good measure, and Harry simply laughs.

"I'm not sorry".

"Good".

They make it there with not as much as a minute to spare, running hand in hand from the car to the waiting room, bursting in there just as Harry's doctor steps into the room, calling out, "Mr. Styles".