inferno // l.s.

fifty three

HEY BESTIES ANOTHER UPDATE FOR THE WEEK!!!

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harry crept into his and louis' hotel room, finding his boyfriend burrowed beneath the covers still passed out cold.

their beach trip wore him out. after leaving the restaurant last night, louis laid in bed and made harry change him into his sleeping clothes because he was too tired to move. it was the most precious thing in harry's eyes, because louis then stuffed his head between pillows and announced to the world that he was going to sleep — at 11pm, which was very unusual for the smaller man. very unusual. harry didn't go to bed until about two or three, after making sure niall was okay in his solo hotel room with his throbbing jellyfish sting and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries waiting on him from room service.

niall promised he was good, and even offered a strawberry to him, so they snuck around to commit a fruit deal in the hallway and bid eachother a good night.

the meeting was early in the morning (which sucked) but niall's suitcase was now filled with cash instead of cocaine, so that was a plus. when niall saw just how much money was stuffed under his clothes, he gagged.

the time was nearing noon, meaning louis needed to get up, but harry needed to find a way to peacefully wake him. the snoozing lad didn't even budge when harry got out of bed this morning. at home, he would typically stir and get comfortable again. this was how the underboss knew louis was exhausted.

he quietly ordered room service so louis could eat when he took his meds and gently stroked louis' shoulder. he was warm to the touch from his slight sunburn. if louis was anything like him, he would burn then tan. compared to niall, who burns blood red then goes back to his paled complexion, harry would rather suffer from a sunburn if it meant giving his skin a golden glow. louis was naturally tan, unlike the rest of them, so if anything he will just get darker and look more beautiful.

harry curled over and kissed louis' temple, dragging gentle pecks down the side of the man's face. "bunny," he whispered. "hey, sleepy head. it's time to get up."

when louis didn't budge, he added, "pretty please? you have food on the way."

louis stirred then. he rolled over, eyebrows furrowing when his shoulder rubbed against the sheets harshly, and tucked his head under harry's chin. harry couldn't help but grin over how big of a cuddle bug louis was in the mornings.

"are you awake?"

"no."

"okay." harry stroked his side. "i need you to be up in ten minutes or else i'm telling zayn to throw emma's egg at shark until he screams."

louis whined at that. "leave my baby alone."

"then get up. you gotta take your meds and eat. we have a few things to do today."

"but 'm comfy."

"don't care."

louis gasped lightly. "rude." he shifted in harry's arms and laid on his back, stretching. he rubbed his eyes, blinking slowly to adjust to the light in the room. "time is it?"

"eleven thirty."

"that's disgusting."

"you slept for twelve hours."

"would've slept for twelve more if you didn't come barging in here like a madman."

"i did no such thing. i woke you up with kisses, just like you deserve to be woken up to every morning. i'll keep them to myself from now on."

"nooo," louis pleaded into his chest. "gimme all of 'em. i live for them."

"get up and i'll give you another."