Until they tear us apart. | l.s.

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Louis got woken up by his tickling nose, when he opened his eyes all he saw was hair, and then he felt it tickling everywhere on his face. He cringed, blowing them away and smacked his lips together when he couldn't get rid of them entirely and used his hand for help until he was free. He lifted his head and once he saw it, he felt it as well that Harry was pressed against him, his face hidden against his shoulder and long locks everywhere.

"Looks like I've to get used to that." Louis muttered and rubbed his face once more.

He allowed himself to watch Harry sleep so peacefully for a while and buried his face in his hair inhaling his scent like a creep, but he didn't care.

He had missed him terribly and last night was the best sleep he got in months and it was the first time in that same span of time that he didn't feel exhausted once he was awake and that only because he could hold the boy he loved so much in his arms again.

Harry reacted to Louis nuzzling his nose in his neck and scooted impossibly closer, his leg slipped between Louis' and he clutched onto his shirt in his sleep. Louis couldn't keep himself from chuckling quietly into his hair, it just happened naturally, but that resulted in Harry grumbling something and lifting his head with half closed eyes.

"Sleep some more." Louis whispered smiling and kissed his head.

"Kay." Harry mumbled and dropped his head into the pillow and within a minute he was fast asleep again.

Louis shook his head amused and carefully pulled his legs back, scooting back when he freed his arm from under Harry and managed to get up without waking him once more.

After going to the bathroom, still looking like he gotten run over by a truck with his hair standing in every possible direction and eyes droopy he went downstairs where Jay was already sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Good morning." She greeted, a warm smile on her face.

"Morning, uh...." Louis glanced at the coffee machine and frowned questioningly. "Can I...have one?" He asked sheepishly and Jay just shot him an uncomprehending look.

"Of course, you don't have to ask!" She got up and rounded the table to get it done for him. "Sit down, I'm on it."

"No, you don't-" He trailed off with a sigh when Jay pushed him down on a chair. "Okay, fine."

"How did you sleep? Everything okay?" She asked when she placed the coffee in front of him and took her previous seat.

"Yeah, uhm...so, I don't want to lie or keep anything from you anymore, so, uh..." Louis stammered out, taking turns in scratching his head and fiddling with the handle of the mug. "...well, I didn't intend to, you know? But uh, Harry kinda slept in my room...but nothing happend, I swear!" He blurted out, his voice becoming louder and slightly panicked with the last sentence.

He didn't dare meeting Jay's eyes, too scared of how she would react, but his head shot up when she only chuckled and he stared at her confused.

"I'm not surprised in the slightest bit." She said amused. "Actually I didn't expect anything else."

"So..." Louis said slowly. "You're not mad?"

"No, I'm not." Jay smiled. "The cat's out of the bag now anyway, right? And it's not like it's anything new and above all I told you yesterday I'd accept it."

"I wasn't sure if you only said that because of the shock or maybe you have some kind of trauma, dunno." Louis said with furrowed eyebrows and Jay actually started laughing now.

"No, I don't have any kind of trauma or anything similar. I meant it, Louis. As long as you both are happy I am happy."

"Okay...Okay, that's...good. Yeah." He mumbled, nodding to himself as if to convince himself more.