I'm thinking LHH again and kind of like a quiff style hair for Louis.
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Louis' eyes are closed, and his breaths are even. He's only wearing joggers; no shirt, and he's laying next to Harry, with his arm over his tummy. His feathery hair is all over the place, sticking up in all directions.
Harry's sat up on his phone, scrolling through twitter. He twists his head down to check if Louis is still asleep, which he is, and he snaps a quick picture of his sleepy boyfriend.
He posts it on his private twitter account, with only his family and friends on it, who know that him and Louis are together.
Louis stirrs in his sleep, "N-no, you can't take them, they're mine." He sleep talks to himself and crawls more on top of Harry, so now he's practically laying on top of him. Harry smiles down at him.
A small knock is heard fom the door, and Liam pokes his head into the room.
"Hey Harry, Paul said he wants you two ready In about 45 minutes for Louise to do your hair for the show. He also said to wear what you normally wear, so like, jeans and t-shirt." He says to him and smiles.
"Alright mate, cheers" He answers.
Once Liam shuts the door, he puts his phone on the nightstand, and sits up more, trying not to disturb Louis. But that didn't work very well, because Louis makes a sound in his throat and wraps his legs around Harry's. He's also tightened his grip on Harry's waist with his hands.
"Lou, babe" Harry whispers, massaging his shoulder gently.
"Mmm" He groans and pushes his face into Harry's naked chest.
"Got a show today, love. We need to get ready"
"Mm" Louis groans again.
"Up you get" Harry states, sitting up all the way, making Louis slide down to his tummy.
"Stop" He grumbles and tries to push Harry back down, but fails miserably, as Harry grabs his hands. He kisses both of his palms and his knuckles.
Louis sighs loudly and sits up next to Harry. "Why'd you wake me up" He mumbles, rubbing his eyes, trying to adjust them to the sunlight filling the room slowly.
"I told you, we have a show." He ruffles Louis' hair and stands up from the bed.
"There's no point waking up this early, all we have to do is brush our teeth, get dressed in the same boring old clothes, and get our hair done." He rolls his eyes and stands up. He leans forward and presses his forehead against Harry's chest.
"I know, love. But it's not like we can do anything about it is it" Harry sighs and kisses his hair.
They walk into the bathroom, and get their toothbrushes. Harry puts the toothpaste onto both of their brushes, and hands Louis his one. They brush their teeth in silence, until they're both finished.
Harry wipes his mouth on the towel, and before he can turn around, he can feel something bubbly on his lips.
"Ugh, gross Lou" He scrunches up his face and wipes Louis' toothpaste off of his lips. Louis just smirks and wipes his own mouth. He walks out of the bathroom and falls face first onto the bed.
Harry follows him out, and smacks his bum as he walks by.
"Oi!" He hears Louis', but the sound is muffled by the quilt blocking his mouth, from where his face is in it.
The draws are filled with his and Louis' clothes, so he takes out a pair of black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt for himself. He chucks them onto the bed and searches for something for Louis to wear.
