wow this is just full of drama omg seriously
it's very very very short so i'm sorry
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Of course Harry being Harry, wasn't really moving all night. And he woke up before Louis. He smiled, seeing Louis with closed eyes and his long lashes on his cheeks. His lips were a little parted and maybe he was a little drooling but he wouldn't tell him about it anyway, because it was extremaly sweet. But he could feel also his head was hurting like someone tried to squeeze his brain or something. And he was so thristy! He somehow managed to get out of the bed, without waking up Louis. He covered him a little more with a blanket and pulled on boxers, before he left his room to go downstairs for some water and painkillers. But he met Gemma in the kitchen and decided to talk to her. Louis was asleep so there could be no better time than now, even if he was pretty hungover. He told her about everything, while they were sitting in the kitchen with cups of tea. About how he hurt Louis and that Louis loved him but he was scared he will hurt him again, even if he probably felt the same way about him. And he told her that he's scared that Louis will be leaving soon and they could never meet again and all his little fears. He needed that. And Gemma was a good listener.
Louis didn't wake soon but he already could tell he got a headache. He hugged his pillow tightly while missing the warmth of a body. He was sleeping dreamless because waking up was like a dream. With Harry. That was a dream. His mind wasn't playing with him so he kept sleeping.
Harry sighed when Gemma told him what she thinks. She said that he should tell Louis his 'love you too' back. But it wasn't right in Harry's mind. Maybe he could do that. And maybe it would make Louis happy. But wouldn't it make it all worse? But he sometimes wanted to tell Louis that he loved him, but he was always saying things like 'adore' or 'like' or something like that. He couldn't really say that to him, but he was showing it to him in every way he could. "O-okay... I'm gonna tell him. Soon" he mumbled finally and hugged Gemma tightly. Well, he promised Gemma to make her breakfast. So he made some scrumbled eggs with vegetables for her and for himself and Louis too. Then he grabbed bottle of cold water and painkillers and put everything on the wooden tray and took it back to his room to wake up Louis. He walked in quietly, put the tray on his desk and sat down on the bed, gently rubbing Louis' back. "Wake up, babe... You had enough of your beauty sleep" he mumbled softly, trying to wake him up.
Louis sighed softly and turned around opening his eyes slowly. His cheeks were red from sleeping like babies most of the time have. He breathed softly and scooted to Harry. He layed his head into his lap. He grinned ''morning'' he whispered quietly voice still sore from sleeping.
Harry smiled at him and ran his fingers through his soft hair. Louis was warm and sleepy and his voice was a little husky from the sleeping. And he absolutely loved it. "How are you feeling, sweetcheeks?" he asked him softly, letting him slowly wake up and stroking his hair away from his face. Now he looked like a little kid, so innocent and blushed from sleeping, with pink lips and sleepy eyes. He sighed. Yeah, he definitely loved him. He was too adorable to not love him, actually. "I made breakfast while you were sleeping" he mumbled, smiling a little.
Louis blinked slowly and looked up at Harry ''I feel like im going to burst in two'' he pouted frowning and wrapped his hand around Harrys waist ''my head hurts so badly and my troath is sore for some reason'' he managed to get out. He smiled softly ''aw that's nice maybe some food will do good'' he mumbled very quietly. Louis' voice never been so soft and silent.
"Aww... I have some painkillers for you and water too" Harry show him his other hand where he was holding two white pills and bottle of cold water. "C'mon, get up" Harry mumbled, helping him sit on his bed. He covered him with a blanket that slightly slipped from him and gave him the pills and then opened the bottle before he handed it over to him. "You'll feel better" he kissed his forehead, before he got up to take the tray from his desk. He carefully crawled on the bed, leaning back and resting his back on the headboard of the bed and put the tray on his knees. "And I guess there's nothing better for hungover than some scrambled eggs" he murmured, smiling and giving Louis a fork.
