no matter what, Harry is attracted to what Louis does.
It doesn't matter if it's the way Louis talks when he's extra sleepy, or the sounds that escape his lips in intimate moments...
yet, for some reason, what drove Harry absolutely crazy was the way Louis moved around in the morning.
Louis' hair is always disheveled and the sunlight always hits his tan skin in the right places. his voice is always scratchy and he is more cuddly than usual.
Harry knows that he shouldn't be ashamed of being turned on by Louis in the mornings, but it's just that it's all the time, and it's almost pathetic.
on a particular morning, Harry awoke to the bright sunlight burning his eyes as the curtains were open.
he groaned and turned over to throw his arm over Louis, but he was met with an empty bed.
Harry frowned and sat up, rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes and standing up, adjusting his crooked boxers on his milky skin.
Harry heard soft jazz music playing, and he couldn't help the smile that spread on his face as he walked out of the room of their shared flat, his feet quietly padded on the wooden floors.
Harry stopped in his tracks as he spotted Louis, leaning up against the wall to take in the sight in front of him.
Louis was walking around the kitchen, cutting up fruit and placing eggs on plates from the sizzling pans, the smell overcoming the area.
Louis was in his tight, black boxer briefs. every beautiful, defined curve was on display, teasing Harry. his hips swayed to the music as he hummed along.
he moved towards the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of orange juice, pouring it into two glasses as he continued to move to the music.
Harry didn't know why it was so beautiful to watch Louis poor fucking orange juice, but it was.
Harry was so in love at this moment that he couldn't pull his eyes away from the sight of him. they had been together for two years now and Harry can't even remember a happy time before he met Louis.
Harry began to walk toward the kitchen and he wrapped his arms around the boy's middle, causing a light screech to escape the smaller boy's lips. they both laughed before Louis spoke,
"hey baby."
his voice was scratchy and sexy from the morning.
Harry tightened his grip around Louis' waist, placing a kiss on Louis cheek. Louis chuckled and started to sway his hips to the music again, and Harry thought about how he had looked cooking and he was beginning to be turned on and he was beyond embarrassed with himself.
Harry tried to calm down, but he just thought about Louis' body and his smile and the way he says Harry's name when he's laughing, and he was just a mess. Harry blushed and tried to hide his hard-on.
Louis must have noticed, because he giggled and grinded back on Harry, causing the taller boy to let out a soft sigh.
"you drive me insane, Tommo."
Louis continued to move back into Harry and he groaned,
"Louis- do you have work?" Harry licked his lip and bit it out of nervousness. "-if you keep going I just- do you?"
Louis chuckled,
"no I don't have work, Harry."
Harry sighed out of relief, knowing that Louis was going to really get him this morning. he pulled away, because he preferred that Louis made the first move so he wouldn't feel as if he had pressured him into doing anything.
soon, Louis turned around and placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips,
"the food is getting cold. let's eat."
Harry was starving, but he wanted Louis so badly right now, he didn't know why, but he was aching for him.
Harry nodded slowly and walked into the kitchen to grab the glasses of juice and set them on the square table, slowly sitting down in his spot, his hands holding his knees tightly.
