Could you be any louder?

chapter 8

Their time at the cabin purely exists of them living in a bubble together. A bubble in which just the both of them exist, maybe they've made a silent agreement to not talk about their family or friends, or maybe they haven't but neither of them brings it up.

They just spend about every damn minute of the time together. They cook together, they play boardgames together, they do a christmas themed puzzle together, they bake cookies together, they go on long walks together and life seems at peace for once.

They get along so easily, almost as if they've known each other for their whole lives.

They talk about everything that's on their mind, without thinking anything of it. They get to know each other even better.

There are no fights, just maybe a little bickering. For example when Harry let Louis make the caramel glaze for the cookies. Only after Louis insisted he wouldn't burn it, which of course, he still did.

And maybe the time when Harry said he knew the way back to the cabin after they went for a walk and it got a little too cold out as it had just started snowing. Which of course, he did not. So they had spent around 2 more hours until they found the way back to the cabin.

The first morning there, together, was something else too.

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Snuggling a little closer into the covers Louis just lied there, warm and comfortable. Although, the warmth feeling like it was coming from something other than his own body, slowly made him realize the position he's in.

He was entangled in Harry's arms.

He was actually, really lying down on the couch, in Harry's arms, with his head on his chest.

A strange, quite heavy feeling settled in his stomach. It felt good, safe really, to be here. To lie there in his arms. But he felt almost as if it's not okay, like he wasn't supposed to be there.

Like he wasn't supposed to feel like this. His body isn't used to this, so maybe he shouldn't get used to this feeling either.

"Hi." Harry mumbled as he rubbed his eyes, frowning a bit as he tried to sit up. Louis quickly slipped to the other side of the couch out of his grip, far away from the feelings he caused.

"Hey." He softly said, hypnotized by the way Harry looks when he's just awake. The way his dark curly hair is a mess, his dark red lips are plump and his rosy cheeks.

He mentally shook his head. He shouldn't be looking at Harry this way, they're just friends. Or more like flatmates, maybe not even friends? He doesn't even know what they are, so why is he acting like this with him.

"How'd you sleep?" Harry had asked, not even avoiding his stare.

"I- Uh, okay." He'd stammered, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. "I slept okay."

That's a lie.

He slept really good actually. He'd felt more rested than he has in a while.

"That's good, right?" Harry smiled down at him, as he was getting up. "Do you want eggs and toast for breakfast?"

"Yeah I guess and yes please."

Louis then stood up, aiming for the bedroom he'd initially put his bags in, to change.

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And now it's sunday night, they're sitting on the couch by the fireplace again. Louis leaning into Harry's side, Harry casually having put his arm around Louis.