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Sorry for not updating this quickly. I hope I don't have to assure you that the fic won't suddenly stop and that you by now trust me in at least that :) Otherwise it's funny how you have trust issues hehe

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Mornings never had been Louis' strength; he was moody and sleepy, wanted to get ready but didn't want to stand up to do that, on the other side he didn't want to have breakfast first either and... all in all it just was shit. It had gotten better, though. Not because he had found a better morning routine... or, well, one could say that actually.

"Hmm", Louis stretched, after the alarm had finally managed to wake him. His blue eyes were still closed, while he smacked his lips and cuddled closer to the warm body that was holding him.

"Good morning", he heard, which made the lips turn into a smile. This deep morning voice was making it so easy to not be mad about having to wake up.

"Good morning, Hazzie", he answered, kissed the warm chest he was cuddling against. With a sigh, he rubbed his nose over the skin, heard a chuckle. His waist and hips got stroked by a warm hand, his heart got protected by the other.

"You need to get up; that was the second alarm already"

Now was the first time Louis' eyes opened today.

"What?", he asked in wonder, felt his boyfriend move his head to nod.

"Yeah. You slept quite deeply"

Louis hummed, turned his head to rub his cheek against the muscular chest in front of him.

"I sleep so well when you're with me", he mumbled, closed his eyes with a pout that formed at the thought of getting out of this warm embrace and the comfortable bed. "Would it be inappropriate to hold up the meeting in here?"

"What?", Harry laughed. "And the others come here and sit around our bed?"

"Yes", Louis' stubborn voice answered.

"I'm not even allowed to be at this meeting", Harry laughed, heard a sigh from his boyfriend, who then sat up annoyed.

"We could make an exception because it's an emergency"

"An emergency?", Harry repeated. "I'm just laying here and holding you"

"And that's very important!", Louis protested and lifted his nose. With a soft grin, Harry stroked over Louis' thigh, before giving it a squeeze.

"Get up, darling. Will we meet for lunch?"

The mafia leader turned his head to look down to his boyfriend. While his head nodded, his eyes wandered from his green eyes to his lips, then to his curly hair. It was completely ruffled and Louis wished he could make himself so small he was able to lay in those thick, soft curls.

"There will come a time I won't work anymore", Louis started, leaned down over the younger man, one hand leaning at the bed frame to hold up his weight. "I hope you're aware of the fact that I won't leave the bed early in the morning for the rest of my life then and just cuddle you until it's lunch time"

Harry's laugh was giggly and he scrunched his nose, which made Louis smile down to him all whipped. Yes, this man made mornings so much easier and less bad; but he also made it so fucking hard to leave.

Fuck DEATH, fuck LIFE; he didn't want to leave his home.

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Louis was a very busy man; Harry was aware of that. That was the reason why he tried not to be mad or too disappointed when his boyfriend texted him he couldn't make time to have lunch together and apologized. Actually, Harry worried more about his pretty boyfriend not getting enough rest and not eating enough, but he tried to trust the mafia leader.