The sun rays shine through the almost closed drapes, as the sun sets. The room becomes painted with a golden glow. The two love birds hold eachother as they drift into a peaceful state of slumber, awaiting for morning to awake; soft snores is all that can be heard in the silent golden room. The golden glow fades, as the moon awakes.
And they await sunrise.
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Larry Stylinson One shot
عاطفيةA short story where harry and louis are sleeping in bed, tangled in a bundle of limbs, (very discriptive)
