Two Night Stand [l.s]

•Chapter Three•

"Hey.." Louis whispers into Harry's mess of hair. "Heeey, wakey wakey!"

"Mmmm. Too early." Harry groans with a pout, rolling so he's facing Louis and tucking his face into his neck.

Louis laughs fondly, this boy was equal parts grown man and teddy bear and Louis just didn't know what he was supposed to do with him.

As he stared down at him fondly, all traces of his pout disappeared and was replaced with a serene smile as he drifted back into sleep, Louis wondered how he was meant to send this boy away and forget they had ever met.

They both went into this looking for nothing more than a no strings attached orgasm, and Louis wasn't about to confess that he no longer knew if that's what he wanted. Turns out he's not cut out for one night stands. Even a two night stand wasn't going to be enough.

So he was more of a relationship guy, so what? At least he got it out of his system and helped himself figure out that he needed to stop looking for quick lays and start focusing on finding his next partner.

He let himself fall back to sleep, comforted by the warmth of Harry's chest pressed to his.

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When Harry woke up again, it was much brighter outside. The sun was streaming through the window and onto the bed, bathing Louis' skin and illuminating it like golden silk.

"Mornin'" he hears Louis rasp. Harry's smiles despite himself, Louis' voice sending a wave of something unfamiliar from the depth of his chest to the pit of his stomach. He nuzzles further into Louis' neck and presses a wet kiss to his pulse point.

"We should get up." Louis clears his throat and tilts his head back to give Harry better access. "M'starving."

Harry let's out a sigh of disappointment. He was rather enjoying himself where he was, and if he wasn't so hungry himself he would gladly stay right where he is for the entire day.

They eventually peel themselves off each other and pull on some warm clothes, Louis giving Harry another outfit from his wardrobe.

"We're gonna starve.." Harry hears Louis say solemnly as he stands in front of the fridge.

Harry's feet are cold as they pad across the floor towards the kitchen.

"Not if you like mustard?" Harry jokes, coming up behind Louis and reaching in to grab the bottle, giving it a wiggle in front of Louis' face. "Why don't you have food?"

"Well, I had food. then we ate it all when we were really high."

"Oh, yeah." Harry laughs softly at the memory. He can't quite believe this is his third day here.

"Three-year-old banana?" Louis offers, pulling a less than edible banana from the vegetable draw. Harry loves bananas, but not enough to put that slightly mouldy, blackened fruit in his mouth.

"I'll figure something out." Louis says, slamming the fridge door closed and leaning up to kiss Harry on the lips. "You go back to bed, I'll be right back."

"Where on earth are you gonna go? We're snowed in remember? The entire reason I'm still here?" Louis narrows his eyes and pokes Harry in the stomach before pointing to the bedroom. "Bed. Go."

"Alright, alright bossy." Harry does as he's told and buries himself back under Louis' covers, watching the snow melt along the windowsill in the morning sun.

It seems as though the storm had passed and Harry's freedom was closer than he expected. Just the day before, he couldn't have gotten out of here fast enough. Now, he wishes he had just a little more time.