SPACES [Editing]

Love Birds

Louis Tomlinson

I woke up earlier than expected, so I decided to make us breakfast. I set up the camera on the corner of the room and let it record everything I was doing.

I don't know why, but I've always been like this. I like filming everything because then you'd get to watch everything again.

When I was young, I used to dream about humans having built-in video camera inside our brains so we could replay our moments whenever we want to.

Yes, young Louis Tomlinson realized that those things are called 'memories', so I'm grateful for that.

After making breakfast, Harry still sleeping so I decided to wake him up.

"Baby, it's time to get up!" I said, no response.

"It's time to get up in the morning..." I sang, still no response. He just pulled the pillow from below his head and placed it over his ears.

I know I'm not a singer, but I don't sound that bad!

"Fine. I'll just be here, in the kitchen, possibly naked, alone..." I said, loud enough for him to hear me.

"M'up! M'up! I am up!" He sat up quickly, turning his head to the direction of the kitchen.

"Breakfast?" I said, placing the food on the dining table.

He stood up from the couch causing the duvet to slide to the floor.

"You tricked me." He ran to where I was. I ran around the kitchen so he wouldn't catch me, but he did. As soon as he caught me, he held both of my hands and smothered my whole face with kisses.

"Morning breath!" I exclaimed.

"I'll be back, and you'll be here. Stay here." He let go of me and ran as fast as he can to the bathroom. I immediately removed my shirt and was pleased when I saw his eyes widen when he came back to the kitchen.

"I was expecting you to be completely naked, though..." He moved closer and pulled me into his arms.

"Well we can't do that, not in the kitchen..." I said, kissing his mouth.

"I wanna do it here." He said, taking my hand, sliding it down slowly so I was feeling up his bulge through the thin material of his boxers.

I buried my hand in his hair as I pulled him deeper into the kiss, his alluring scent taking over all of my senses.

My back was against the counter as he went down from my lips to my neck, nibbling on the soft, sensitive spot as I slid my hand inside his boxers, palming him.

"Well, I don't really watch gay porn but now it seems like I don't have a choice, do I?" A familiar voice said from the living room.

"Niall!" I shouted, filling the house with my voice.

"You're back early?" Harry said, clearly not expecting him.

"My family's here," Niall said. I looked over to Harry whose cheeks were blushing from embarrassment.

"I mean not here, here. They're staying over at the hotel." Niall clarified, which gained a sigh of relief from Harry.

"Why'd you come back so early?" Harry asked.

"Well, I was worried about you, but it seems like you and your husband's doing well, huh?" He pointed at my neck, which probably has Harry's love bite on it.

"I gave him that." Harry proudly declared.

"No shit, Sherlock." Niall answered.

"Anyway, Niall, even though you're a massive cockblock, why don't you join us for breakfast?" I told him, tapping his back.