The Magic Within You

December 13th

"Louuuu, wake up," Harry sings to him.

Louis has a fucking headache, ignored his boyfriend for the first time he heard him and groans again, louder this time.

"Petal, you can't stay asleep all day," the sing-song voice of Harry continues. "You have to wake up now."

"Head hurts," Louis mumbles in protest.

"Poor baby! But we have only today and tomorrow left and you're wasting it by sleeping! Come on, it's practically noon already."

Through one half-opened eye, Louis glances at the alarm clock on Harry's bedside table. 7:28am he reads in harsh red numbers.

"You're an ass." Louis feels Harry's chin against his cheek, followed by a brief kiss. Louis yawns and smiles sleepily in response.

"Oh, don't be like that. Just want to spend every second with you till we have to say goodbye."

His angel is right. Reluctantly, Louis peels his face off the pillow and turns to him.

"Good morning," Louis greets him with a breathy sigh and Harry flashes him a dazzling smile in return.

"There's my beautiful boyfriend. I was worried you'd begun to mould there."

Jesus, he's so dramatic. Love it nonetheless.

"Baby, it's not even 8 yet. And if I may add, we were up rather late last night. And I'm hungover."

Harry bites his lip and eyes Louis devilishly. "Yes, yes we were. You didn't seem to mind being up so late as I remember it. And why was that? Do you remember?"

A flash of memories from the night before fills Louis' mind – Harry and he, drinking more wine over dinner, watching a movie, cuddling beneath a blanket. Then, the two forget the movie altogether as they explore each others' mouths and bodies as if for the first time. And some time after that, which could have been minutes or hours, Louis tugged him at Harry's bedroom, falling onto the bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, Louis still buzzed very much eager to please and be pleased while their tongues danced carnally and unrestrained. Harry popping up unexpectedly looking half-crazed and much too sober, and bringing space between them, telling Louis he still didn't want their first real sex in a drunken state —

"Lou? Still there?"

Harry's amused question snaps him back to reality. "Well, if you'd just let me have my way yesterday, maybe I would feel better now."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Oh, don't blame me now. If you hadn't been drinking wine with me again, maybe you would have been almost sober a few more hours later, but no - you were a little giggling drunk wine monster."

Louis gives Harry a kiss on his beautiful, smugly set lips. Harry's stubble scratches him in the most pleasant way, and Louis just deepens the kiss when Harry suddenly pulls away. Louis gives him a quizzical look.

"Babe, you really have to go brush your teeth." Harry says and gives him an adorably apologetic look.

With red cheeks and fully awake now, Louis hops out of bed and goes to brush his teeth. Of course, Harry is already dressed and with freshly brushed teeth.

"It's snowing again," Harry says to Louis as a way of greeting as he returns under the warm duvet.

"It's looking freezing cold outside," Louis agrees as he glances out the window.

Harry cuddles up to him and strokes Louis' arm lightly, leans in close to him. He trails small kisses from the corner of Louis' lips to his ear.

"How does breakfast sound?" he whispers seductively, his breath hot against Louis' skin.