Sugar and Spice

Chapter 6

TW: foul language

HARRY'S POV
Amanda and Niall leave after breakfast with rushed goodbyes and a "see you tomorrow," from Amanda. I didn't leave when they did, though. Instead, I stayed behind with the excuse of helping Louis with the dishes. In reality, I wasn't ready for this to be over. 

We were silent and all you could her was the clanking of dishes and running water. Louis washed while I dried and put them away as Louis claimed I, "knew the kitchen better than he did," which was probably true.

Within the first couple minutes of making breakfast earlier this morning, my brain had somehow already registered where everything was stored. Which included the cabinet filled with neatly placed mugs. Louis told me about how he collected them when he was younger, and just hasn't stopped since.

When all the dishes were done, Louis and I sighed and looked at each other contently. The moment was ruined by both of our phones ringing from the other room. I glanced at Louis before the both of us ran toward the living room before the ringing could stop.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID. It was work.

I showed my phone to Louis and said, "Work."

He laughed and pointed to his, "Work."

At that, we gave each other implicit looks of agreement to answer the calls. I answered the phone and walked quickly into the kitchen while saying a quick, "Hey," to whoever was on the other end of the line.

~ 4 hours later ~

Both of our calls had lasted around 30 minutes and we smiled at each other when they finished, muttering things about how we hated when our employees called to "chat" over the weekends. After watching a couple of movies and eating countless snacks (provided by Louis) both of our eyelids began to droop.

"Haz, wanna sleep?" Louis blurted.

"Yeah, but I don't want to get up." I replied, truthfully.

"Yeh, me neither. We could just sleep on the couch?" He offered.

I looked at the couch. There was plenty of room to spread out because we were practically on opposite ends of the couch. Apparently the "mortal enemies" hasn't completely worn off Louis yet. Or maybe it's because we're just friends. Friends. F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Friends.

Yep, friends.

I agreed with Louis' proposition and let myself get comfortable on the expensive fabric.

~ 2 hours later ~

​I woke up warm and cozy, with a fuzzy feeling pooling deep in my stomach. I breathed in and smelled pure heaven.

​Wait a minute.

​Pure heaven?

​That could only mean one thing, Louis.

​I opened my eyes to see a beautifully toned chest. One that could only belong to Louis Tomlinson. I trailed my eyes over his godly body, catching a glimpse of his many tattoos. Which were very attractive. Very.

​I kept my head rested on Louis stomach a little longer until I realized that Louis would probably be waking up soon. I didn't want him to think I was weird. Or that I liked him or something. Which I do, but that's beside the point.

​I planned to get up and smoothly return back to my previous position on the other end of the couch. As I gently raised my head from Louis chest, a very challenging thing to do by the way, I was caught on something. I looked down and that something was Louis' arm.

​His arm was wrapped around my fucking body as we slept.

​Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I thought about sleeping with Louis Tomlinson's arm around me.

​The sweet moment only lasted for a few seconds before I began to panic. Louis could not see this.

​No fucking chance in hell could he see this.

​I ignored every part of me telling me to stay, to enjoy this moment, and fled over to the other side of the couch. Louis grumbled and tossed around but stayed asleep as far as I could tell.