louis
At some point while they sleep, Harry once again ends up spooned behind Louis. They miss breakfast, both sleeping straight through after the long night; but by lunch, Gemma is jumping onto the bed with them, vibrating with energy. “Wake up, already. I’m bored.”
Louis groans as a pointy knee lands on his calf. “You have the knobbiest knees of anyone I think I have ever met, woman,” he grumbles.
“Ha. Ha. So funny,” Gemma deadpans. “If you don’t get up, I’ll show you knobby knees.”
“What time is it?” Louis asks, too warm and comfortable to sneak out a hand to pick up his phone from the nightstand.
“Almost noon,” Gemma chirps, bouncing in her excitement.
Louis makes a pained face, but says obligingly, “Fine. I’ll get up, but get your scrawny arse off of me so that I can.”
Gemma sits back on her heels at the end of the bed, grabbing Harry’s foot and shaking it. “Come on, Harry. You, too.”
“I’m up,” he mumbles. Louis stifles a laugh because he can tell just how up Harry is, if the hard dick bumping against his arse is any indication. Harry tightens his arms around Louis’ waist, lessening the space between their bodies. Yes. Harry is definitely up. For that matter, so is Louis. His hips move involuntarily back into Harry.
“You might want to leave,” Louis says gruffly, when Harry’s body starts pressing harder against his in response.
“I’ve seen my brother in his underwear and naked before. It’s nothing new.” Gemma rolls her eyes and pulls at the blankets. “Get up.”
“Gem…” Harry starts with a soft whine before Louis cuts him off.
“He is up; and unless you want to see your brother’s morning wood, which I would have to assume would be a new experience, then you may want to close your eyes or leave for a minute.”
Gemma’s face flames, and she lets go of the blanket as if she has been burned, “Oh. Um. Okay. I’ll just wait in my room.” She scurries out of the room like she was being chased, shutting the door with a faint click behind her.
Harry giggles into Louis’ neck. “Was that necessary?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. The look on her face was worth it though,” Louis snickers.
Ten minutes later, they knock on Gemma’s door, dressed and ready for lunch. Her face heats when she opens the door and walks out into the hall, joining them. “We never speak of it,” she says, holding up a dismissive hand. “I don’t want to know.”
Harry rolls his eyes at his sister. “Nothing happened. There’s nothing to know.”
~~*~~
During lunch, to no one’s surprise, the kids and teens find Louis. It doesn’t take long for most of them to surround Louis at the table, everyone talking a mile a minute and vying for Louis’ sole attention. Sophie perches herself in his lap, her grabby fingers taking food off his plate.
“Sophie, that’s not polite. Don’t take food off of Tommo’s plate,” Gemma chastises gently, moving Sophie’s hand away from Louis’ lunch.
“No worries. There’s plenty,” Louis says, encouraging Sophie by pulling the plate closer. “Go on, love. It’s alright.”
Chatter fills the room as everyone makes plans for the day. Most of the teens are talking about video games and movies. The younger kids are all jabbering about the hike they are being taken on in a couple of hours.
