When Harry woke up louis was no longer in the bed with him. Confused, he sat up and looked around the room. Louis dragged him so quickly last night that he didn't really take in his surroundings.
Louis' room was surprisingly very clean. His clothes were in what looked like a hamper, his books were stacked neatly on his bookshelf that was also a desk, and his floor was clear of random items.
Of all the things in louis' room, harry liked his bed and his closet the most. Louis had a very simple white bed set with white sheets, pillows, and a white comforter to top it all off. Harry absolutely loved it.
Harry had somehow wandered into louis' walk in closet and the first thing he laid eyes on were oversized sweaters. He practically squealed before grabbing a lavender one off of the hanger and spotting a pair of matching knee socks. It's like louis knows what harry wants.
Harry slipped the clothes on and thankfully the sweater hung slightly above mid thigh, so it wasn't too revealing. The knee highs came right up to harry's knee and he honestly didn't know how these didn't swallow louis whole. The sweater has to at least come to about three inches above his knee. Harry inwardly awwed at louis in this outfit.
Harry decided to make his way out of the bedroom to look for louis. He had to be here somewhere right?
"Lou?" Harry called, hoping he was somewhere in the apartment.
"I'm in the kitchen babe!" Louis called back and wow, Harry thought that word affected him over text but it gave him chills in person.
Harry made his way to the kitchen, his feet making little sounds as he walked on his tip toes. He hoped louis didn't get mad that he had on his clothes. They just looked so comfortable and harry still had on his jeans.
As harry arrived at the kitchen the smell of bacon filled his nostrils. He thought that louis couldn't cook but apparently he doesn't burn bacon so that's a good sign.
Louis turned around and froze, looking Harry up and down. Harry was kind of terrified until he noticed louis biting his lip, then he grinned.
"Like what you see?" Harry said with a wink. Louis nodded. "You have no idea. Jesus Christ are those my socks? And my sweater? Harry are you trying to kill me?"
Harry shrugged "maybe. Replace the L's with S's and then you got it" another wink.
Once again, louis froze. "Harry if you want me to kiss you, then tell me you want me to kiss you."
"Okay." Harry said, making his way over to where louis was standing against the counter. "Kiss me" he mumbled, wrapping louis' arms around his neck.
"What was that?" Louis said, bringing his face slightly closer to harry's. "Louis. Fucking kiss me" harry said once again.
Louis raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you want it enough, styles."
Harry brought his hand up to louis' jawline and bumped their foreheads together. "And what will make you believe that I do?" He replied, getting slightly frustrated.
"First of all, brush your teeth. Your morning breath is rank. Also, be a bit more forceful next time, eh? For all you know I could like it rough." Louis forced himself through the gap between harry and the counter and made his way to the bacon, leaving harry flustered and with his mouth practically hitting the floor.
"You don't have a spare toothbrush do you? My bags are downstairs and I'm honestly too lazy to go down there." Harry said, feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah I keep like three. They're under the sink in the master bathroom. Have a good time, yeah. And hurry up I really want to eat." Louis replied, shooing harry off.
Harry finally brushed his teeth and made his way back into the kitchen, where louis was quite literally sitting on the counter. He seemed to be staring off into space so Harry took this as his chance.
He made his way over to louis, stepping in between his legs and taking his chin in his hand gently. He tilted it upwards and watched as louis' face went from bored to confused and then to hopeful. Harry smiled and leaned in, pressing their foreheads together and moving his hand to louis' jawline. He made eye contact with him and then pressed their lips together slowly.
Louis took about half a second to respond and then brought his hands to harry's long hair. He moved his lips against harry's slowly at first and then deepened the kiss, bringing his hands to the nape of harry's neck and smiling into the kiss when Harry let out a satisfied groan. He pushed harry backwards slightly and jumped off of the counter, never breaking the kiss.
"Wanna skip breakfast?" Louis mumbled into the kiss. Harry pulled away just enough to say something slightly coherent.
"But you made this beautiful bacon" he said, grinning like he had just won the lottery, but really, how much different could it be?
"You taste much better than that bacon, trust me" and then they were off to the couch where they lazily made out and watched movies while cuddling all day.
Yeah, they could both deal with this
