You Make Me Feel Brand New.
I'll never find the words, my love
To tell you how I feel, my love
Mere words could not explain
Precious love
You held my life within your hands
Created everything I am
Taught me how to live again
My love
Whenever I was insecure
You build me up and made me sure
You gave my pride back to me
Louis rolled over in bed, trying to get away from something wet and sticky all over his face but as much as he shied away from it, it still came repeatedly all over his face. He grunted.
'Ugh Harry stop,' he groaned, his eyes still closed, yet the wet feeling was persistent all over his face. Louis lifted his hand to push Harry away from him.
'Harry fuck off,' he whined but his hands came in contact with fur! And a whine followed. Louis furrowed his brows. Why was Harry licking him and whining? Suddenly he opened his eyes and was met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes and a pink lolling tongue out of a furry snout that was letting out soft whines and warm breath all over his face. Louis smiled.
'Byron,' he whispered and the little pup jumped up on his chest. Louis let out an "oof" even though the little puppy wasn't heavy. 'Good morning you rascal,' Louis told him fondly as he patted the little dog who wagged its tail happily and yapped.
'Sh sh you'll wake up Harry and he will be grumpy,' Louis warned him. Byron yapped again. Louis turned to look at Harry but his side of the bed was empty. Louis touched Harry's side and it was cold. He looked at his phone and saw that it was just after nine in the morning. Louis sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes and stretched as Byron jumped him.
'Hey settle down. It's too early in the morning to attack me with puppy kisses. Let's go and find my baby. I hope you didn't keep him up all night,' Louis told the little dog who looked up at him with his head cocked to the side, pink tongue out. 'Don't you give me those cute puppy dog eyes you little minx. You will sleep in your bed tonight yeah. Now c'mon, let's go and look for Harry.' Louis scooped up the little puppy in his arms who licked his face happily.
Louis trudged downstairs with a squirming Byron in his arms. He felt good because he had slept all night but was silently worried about Harry. He hoped that Byron hadn't kept him up and made a mental note to get a dog trainer once they got back to London and settled in so that Byron could be trained. He padded into the kitchen, yawning and found Marge there.
'Good morning Marge,' Louis told her as he sat in a chair and put Byron down on the kitchen floor.
'Good morning love. Sleep well?' Marge asked him as she made him some coffee.
'I did yeah. Where's Harry?' Louis asked her taking the cup of coffee which was handed to him. Marge sat down opposite Louis.
'Harry told you me you will be leaving tomorrow.' Louis gave her a small smile.
'Yeah, I'm taking him to meet my mum and stay over for the New Year. Every year we throw a charity ball so I have to be there for it.'
'That's very beautiful Louis. I can tell you love your mother very much and that you are close to her.' Louis looked down into his coffee cup.
