Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

25

I'M BACK!

The first thing Harry registered when he regained consciousness as he slowly woke up from his deep sleep was that he couldn't move, a force was keeping him from even turning around but he was too weak to do so anyway.

He subconsciously furrowed his eyebrows barely able to open his eyes as he tried to make his body listening to him and his brain to start working to fully pull him out of the state of being half asleep. A sigh slipped past his lips before he could stop himself when he could feel a light flashing through his eyelids but within a second it was gone again and darkness took over once more. He tried to make out what it was, but there was no chance, he rather concentrated on waking up properly before managing to be able to get his brain to work.

Eventually he managed to open his eyes and adjusted to the darkness in the room. At first he was confused because that definitely wasn't his room, but when his eyes focused on the dark closet doors he was looking at, seeing himself in the mirror with an arm thrown around his middle it dawned him.

Suddenly he was wide awake and his eyes opened completely, his pupils widened in surprise. He turned around and gasped when he was directly staring at Louis' sleeping face, his lips were parted slightly and he was puffing out short breaths of air. Harry's body stiffened automatically- being stunned by actually waking up in Louis' arms just like he had dreamed of for weeks- and his finger wandered up to his mouth, nibbling on it in anticipation as he noticed how Louis' breathing changed and he watched him swallowing right before his eyelids moved and he came face to face with shining blue eyes that were overshadowed by fatigue and confusion.

Louis frowned but it barely took two seconds before a soft smile crept on his face and he pulled Harry against his chest.

"Good morning, bub." He rasped out and Harry bit his lip to contain a grin.

"Mornin'." He mumbled and dropped his hand on his chest resting it there right above his heart feeling Louis' racing heartbeat.

Louis' eyes dared to close once more but snapped back open when a flash of light was lighting up the room again.

"Wha-" He stopped when his eyes wandered over to the window and then he heard it. Heavy raindrops were lashing against it, faint rumbling was heard in the distance and now another lightening was tearing through the dark. "What time's it?" He wondered.

"Uh..." Harry frowned and lifted himself up to peek over Louis' shoulder to read the clock that was standing on his nightstand shining in a bright red light. "Half past seven."

"Okay. Come 'ere." Louis pulled him down and closed his eyes sighing contently, attempting to get another two or three hours of sleep.

"Lou." Harry giggled. "We need to get up."

"Why?" Louis mumbled.

"Because I'm hungry." Harry pouted.

"You're always hungry, that doesn't count." Louis stated.

"But Lou." Harry whined and squirmed in his arms.

"Half an hour?" Louis suggested and Harry sighed deeply but nodded and dropped his head against his chest. "And then we eat and go back to bed."

"No. We have to clean up and stuff." Harry complained.

"No." Louis stated.

"Yes." Harry argued.

"No." Louis said unfazed.

"Ye-" Harry squealed when Louis spun them around and looked down on him with a grim face.

"No." He said insistently.

Harry simply pursed his lips with a grin and Louis rolled his eyes fondly but leaned down and pecked them, purposely creating a smacking noise when they parted and grinned as Harry shot him a grimace.