SPACES [Editing]

In the closet

Harry Styles

Since we got married, I had to get used to waking up in five different ways.

1. With Louis sleeping like an angel in my arms, lightly snoring while I watched him. I will then pretend to be sleeping once he wakes up and wait for him to kiss me in any part of my face. Only then will I open my eyes and "wake up".

2. With him cooking. Just cooking anything downstairs. He will wake me up when the food's ready. This is not an easy task for him and I've noticed that he hates it when I don't wake up right away.

3. With him doing yoga poses in front of our full length mirror. I always pretend that I'm sleeping but I always make the effort to actually be in a position wherein I can see his ass in full view. I think he knows this but he never told me that he did.

4. With him touching me in parts I certainly want to be touched. Sometimes he would just slide his hand down my boxers and palm me until I was awake. This will lead to me begging him for a blowjob, or, if I was lucky, mind-blowing sex. This can be the best and worst way to wake me up. The best because it's sex with Louis Tomlinson, but the worst because we always end up taking a nap afterwards.

5. With him whispering sweet little things in my ear while tracing my tattoos.  Sometimes he would whisper how much he loves me and how he wants our future to be. I remember him telling me one time about how he wants to have kids and how he wants to spoil them and let them eat sweets because I probably wouldn't allow them. He told me about how clumsy they were going to be and how much more strict I will be compared to him. It felt sad because it's biologically impossible for any of us to bear children but I'm still hopeful because there are so many other ways to still have kids of our own.

I was never a morning person, not until we got married. I've always anticipated the next day because I know he's going to be there when I open my eyes.

But out of all the ways I can wake up with him, the way I woke up today's definitely different.

He pushed me off the bed and hit me repeatedly with a pillow.

"Wh- what the fuck are you doing?!" I told him while trying to protect myself by using my arms as a shield. He was still hitting me.

"Why won't you wake up?!" He whisper-shouted.

"Is that why you're hitting me? You could've just kissed me!" I tried to stand up but my back hurts from the impact of my fall.

"Well I can't actually kiss you now, not when your mom's downstairs!" He answered, helping me stand up.

Oh shit.

"Hide in the closet." I pushed him to the walk-in closet. "Don't come out until I say so."

I picked up a shirt from my rack and put it on and quickly ran down the stairs.

"Mum!" I said as soon as her eyes met mine. Thank God she hasn't come up to our room.

"Harry, finally! How's my baby?" She asked, cupping both my cheeks.

"I'm... I'm okay." I answered. I couldn't really think of an adjective for what I'm feeling right now. I'm happy, like really happy, but I can't tell her that because she's going to ask me why and I'd have to make up an elaborate lie.

"That's good to hear." She looked around the house, pretending to examine it. I know she's been here before, that was when she met Louis before the ball. He tried to hide it from me but he slipped.

She stood up and walked near the kitchen counter. I followed her nervously, wishing there weren't too many traces of Louis in the house.

But he was almost everywhere.