First i love you
All About Loving You
Louis had hardly gotten any sleep. As soon as Harry had fallen asleep, Louis began making phone calls. Lots of phone calls. Some to his lawyer and PR team and some to get Harry's surprise on the way. When it was almost dawn and everything had been sorted, he had crept into bed cuddling with Harry and watching the dark sky outside slowly begin to lighten and turn a pinkish orange color. Louis sighed and for once it was not a heavy sigh. It was a contented sigh. He couldn't believe that he was happy and in love. That the beautiful boy in his arms, sleeping like an angel snoring softly, loved him back. Louis placed a kiss between Harry's shoulder blades and closed his eyes.
When Louis woke up he felt disoriented, not knowing what time it was because the room was dim. He reached out to Harry but the bed was empty and cold. He sat up quickly and looked at his phone. 12:30 pm. Shit he had over slept. He got up and padded to the kitchen, noticing that Harry had closed the blinds in their room to avoid sunlight filling the room and waking him up.
As he entered the kitchen/living room the smell of food greeted him and his stomach rumbled. Harry was nowhere in sight so Louis made his way to the terrace and sure enough, Harry was there, sitting on a sunbed in the shade of the trees, a cup of tea beside him as he scrolled through his phone.
'Good morning,' Louis greeted him, making him jump a little.
'Good morning or good afternoon is more appropriate. Did you sleep okay?' Harry asked him, a smile on his face.
'Yeah,' Louis said as he stretched and yawned. Harry stood up.
'Coffee?'
'Please,' Louis replied. Harry walked into the kitchen and poured Louis a cup of coffee. He handed Louis the cup who took it gratefully then sat back down.
'I made lunch if you're hungry,' Harry told him. Louis looked at him over the rim of his mug.
'Smells good. What did you make?'
'Shepard's pie,' Harry told him.
'Oh God I haven't had that in ages.' Harry looked at him with furrowed brows.
'Are you sure you are even British? Who doesn't eat Shepard's pie? It's like a traditional British dish.' Louis chuckled.
'Me apparently but I'm ready to eat,' he told Harry. Harry smiled.
'Lovely.' They sat in silence for a bit as each sipped their drinks. Louis observed Harry to see if he looked sad or worried about the article in The Sun. He couldn't see anything on his face.
'Are you alright Harry?' Louis asked him finally when he had given up trying to guess and Harry looked at him knowing only too well why Louis was asking.
'There have been a lot of comments on Twitter about that article. They...um people wrote things.'
