When Louis woke up the next morning he was warm, sleepy and satisfied. He felt, for the first time in months, happy. A large part of him was aware of how ridiculous it was to be so dependent on Harry, even after a year apart, but he couldn’t help it. He loved Harry – he loved the way Harry made him feel, and the way they kissed and how the younger boy got excited over the littlest things…
A small smile crept on Louis’ face as he realized that he could be with Harry again. He could kiss him, hug him and touch him whenever he wanted to…
Wanting to do exactly that, Louis rolled over, throwing his arm out to wrap around Harry. However, his arm thudded onto the empty mattress next to him and the Doncaster boy sat up, confused.
Harry wasn’t lying next to him like he had expected. In fact, after a quick survey of the room, Louis realized that he wasn’t even in the bedroom. A prickle of worry crawling up his spine, Louis slowly got out of bed, looking for any signs that Harry was still here and hadn’t got up and left as soon as he could.
Panic coursed through his body. He had thought that last night meant that Harry wanted their relationship back, that this was a second chance but…maybe…the thought of Harry sleeping with him and then leaving the next morning stung.
And then Louis heard a familiar voice singing drift through the hallway and all the breath flew from his lungs as relief washed over him. Darting out into the hallway, Louis glimpsed Harry placing a plate down on the table, singing All You Need is Love with a goofy smile stamped on his face. It was a ridiculously endearing sight – Harry’s trademark messy hair, and the pajamas he was wearing that he had stolen from Louis’ draw sometime that morning… Something tugged at Louis’ heart when he realized that Harry was making breakfast – like, making breakfastt— and he didn’t know what it was but –
It was the fact that Harry had slotted so easily back into his life and that thought left him a little breathless.
Harry’s eyes met his, unsurprised by Louis’ presence, and the younger boy beamed, his dimples making Louis melt a little on the inside. “Hey,” the curly haired boy grinned shyly, his cheeks flushing a light pink. “I’m…er, I’m making breakfast. If that’s okay?” The question was an afterthought, a guilty question tagged onto the end. Louis almost snorted.
“Yeah,” Louis nodded stupidly, not have the coherency to say anything else. “Um, yeah that’s fine. Go ahead.”
The two boys hesitated for a moment before Harry bounded over and placed a very chaste, very sweet kiss on Louis’ lips. “Good morning, by the way,” he said, patting Louis’ cheek, and Louis tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered ridiculously. “I’m making bacon and eggs.”
“Yum,” Louis acknowledged, far too distracted by how close Harry’s lips were. “I’ve missed you,” he said stupidly. It was the only thought that he had in his brain that wasn’t entirely appropriate and Harry didn’t seem to mind him saying it anyway, his green eyes lighting up with something indescribable, but happy.
“I’ve missed you too,” Harry breathed out, and there was a silence between them that was warm and comforting, both of them content to stand as near as possible to one another and not say anything at all. Louis wanted to live in this moment forever, to have the smell of Harry’s skin and bacon mixing together, and the way Harry’s smiles twitched up into a small smile and the warmth to the room that had nothing to do with the temperature.
Finally, Louis took a step back and smiled at Harry softly. “I think the bacon might burn,” he said, and went to sit down at the table, watching fondly as Harry darted back to the frying pan, taking the bacon out hastily and dropping it onto two plates. The eggs followed shortly after and within minutes Harry was dancing over again and placing Louis’ breakfast in front of him with a short, dramatic bow.
“Bacon and eggs for the handsome gentleman,” Harry quipped before taking his own seat. Louis knew it was ridiculous, and he felt like a teenage girl, but he could feel his pulse rate pick up at the way Harry’s hands brushed against his over the table top.
“Thank you, milady,” Louis joked right back before starting to eat. The bacon and eggs were delicious – it was a speciality of Harry’s – and the two boys did nothing more than share shy gazes and smiles. It was silly, giddy and reminded Louis a lot of the beginning of their relationship.
“Are we…” Harry cleared his throat, suddenly looking nervous. Louis reached out to grab Harry hand, rubbing over it with his thumb comfortingly. Smiling, short and wavering, Harry asked, “Are we together again? I mean, I totally get it if you don’t want that but –“
“Of course we’re together again, Haz,” Louis shook his head as if the answer was obvious, which, in his mind it had been. There was no reason now for them not to be together now and he certainly didn’t want to go without Harry again.
The smile that nearly split Harry’s face apart made a tingle go through Louis’ body and a rush of adoration hit him. Not caring about the table between them, or anything really, Louis reached out and took Harry’s face between his hands, planting a kiss on his lips that made the younger boy sigh happily.
“I’m…I’m really glad that you wanted me back, Hazza,” Louis said, swallowing thickly. He could feel the comforting warmth of Harry’s smooth skin under his hands, and let his hands wonder up into the boy’s hair that was still as soft and curl as ever. “I was afraid that you would be sick of me.”
Harry’s gaze was serious, as he said, “I would never be sick of you,” in a way that made all the air leave Louis’ lungs.
“Yeah,” he agreed dumbly. “Yeah.”
Laughing, Harry reached out to kiss Louis’ lips once more because yeah. Harry loved Louis, and Louis loved Harry and in the end…that was all that mattered.
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