To Write Love on His Arms (a Larry Stylinson fanfic)

Chapter Two

When I wake up early the next morning, Louis is draped all over me. His left leg is resting ontop of me and his left arm is wrapped around my shoulder. This has become a normal thing for us, ever since I grew like a foot taller than him.

It's peaceful on mornings like this, because we don't have anything to worry about doing today. Which, means we get to sleep in as long as we would like to, and just stay around our house all day.

Usually I would just fall back asleep, but I just really would like to bask in the silence and happiness of being with Louis. Especially since we will be back on tour next week after a small break, and that will mean less time together like this.

My hands run through his short soft brown locks, which to me look so much cuter when you doesn't use gel in it. He begins to shuffle around beside me, moaning a little bit.

"Hey, good mornin'" I say leaning down to kiss his forehead. His grip around my shoulder tightens, and he lets out a small yawn.

He takes a deep breath before looking up at me. "Mornin".

We lay in bed a few more minutes, before the two of us start to get hungry. I ask Louis to go over to our shared closet and get an outfit ready for me to wear today. While he does that I head downstairs, to get started on breakfast.

When I reach the kitchen, I go over the fridge and take out two eggs, bacon, and butter. Walk over to the counter, put the stuff down and get the pancake mix out from the pantry. I grab a bowl on my way back over to the counter, and start on our pancakes. The actual process of making the pancakes doesn't take too long, and by the time they are all done Louis is downstairs.

He comes into the kitchen fully dressed, but places my clothes on one of our barstools. Then he comes over to me and wraps his gentle arms around my body.

"Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look in the morning?" Louis asks me as he presses small kisses to my neck.

"Yeah Lou, you tell me every morning when we are together" I say flipping the last pancake onto the plate.

"I just want to make sure you know how beautiful you are. I mean it Harry, I am so lucky to have you" he says as he loosens his grip on me and grabs the plate of bacon. The two of us walk over to our countertop, and sit on opposite sides on our bar stools.

"And I am lucky to have you Louis" I say as I pass him the plate of pancakes, allowing him to have first choice. For him I would do anything, and I mean it.

"I had a dream last night Haz" Louis says as he passes the plate back to me. He takes a small bite before continuing. "It was the weirdest dream I ever have had in my life. It was based around my 'relationship' with Eleanor. I had left you for her and I just don't even understand how in my dreams I could ever do that" he says sounding a bit stressed.

"Lou, you know when you have been drinking you end up getting strange dreams" I say as I take a bite of my pancakes.

"I know but, it was just so weird" he says and then lets out a short sigh.

"Hey sweetcheeks listen to me, remember the dream you had a few months back? The one where you said that it was about you chasing me around with a frying pan? Babe, I think that one was the weirdest you could get" I say reaching across the table to grab Louis's hand. His hands, compared to mine, are softer and smaller. They fit perfectly in my freakishly large hands. I see a small smile spread across his face, and then he looks up. Our eyes make contact, causing butterflies to appear in my stomach. It's actually feels wonderful to know that after these years together, he still can cause me to get butterflies in my stomach.

We stay this way as we continue to eat, hand in hand. Looking up every couple of minutes at each other, chuckling before going back to eating. I would be a fool if I said that this isn't my favorite part of the day, spending alone time with my boyfriend. As we finish up eating, Louis gathers up the dirty plates and carries them over to our sink. He comes back for more, but I stop him.

"I made the breakfast, so I will clean up" I say grabbing my plate. But, Louis puts his hand on the plate.

"But Haz, I want to clean up. You made a delicious breakfast for us, so the least I could do is clean up" he says flashing a small grin along with the sort of dominating tone of voice. His accent when he starts to become domineering, is so very sexy to me. I allow him to grab my plate and go load the dishwasher with the rest of the dishes from our breakfast, while I go back to sitting at the counter. When I sit down I pick up Louis's phone and open up the camera.

As Louis cleans up the mess I made from making breakfast, I take a few selfies and set Louis's wallpaper to one of the new photos of me. Seconds after pressing 'set home screen' Louis's ringtone to Hate by the Plain White T's begins playing. My heart stops for a minute realizing who that ringtone is dedicated to. I look up at Louis, who's face is as white as a ghost. On one of our last days off, before going back on tour this is the last person I would like calling us. Modest.