His own bed was cold, too cold than he was used to. It was just before 7am and Louis lay with his arms behind his head, missing the contact he had with Harry only a few moments ago. He found himself wondering if last night had really happened.
*Come back, my beds cold :(*
The message that Louis read out caused a huge smile to break on his face, and he'd never been the soppy type. Even with Eleanor, he wasn't one for cuddling or anything romantic. He thought it was just the way he was, but now he was thinking that it may be to do with the person.
*Can't sleep either, fancy making me a cuppa? X*
"Maybe." Harry poked his head through the curtains of Louis' bunk, tugging on his arm until he pulled him out onto the floor.
"Is everyone still asleep?" Harry smiled before nodding and pulling Louis closer, moving his hands so they rested behind his neck. They stood in the middle of the corridor, knowing any one of the other three lads could wake up at any moment and catch them. But the thought made it even more exciting as their lips joined together. Louis was smiling, and he couldn't remember the last time he had been this genuinely happy.
He hadn't had time to think about labels, it had never crossed his mind as to whether he was gay. But it didn't matter to him or to Harry. He felt something for Harry, something he had never felt for anyone else. It was intense, and he'd finally let himself give into the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach every time he looked at his best friend.
"Yorkshire or PG Tips?" Harry threw the question at him but Louis wasn't listening, too wrapped in his own thoughts to think out an answer.
"What are we doing? I mean this. U-us? I don't know. But what is this Harry? I can't let things get weird between us. I can't lose you and i don't want it to effect the others." He couldn't believe what he was saying, everything seemed to perfect until then, but he had to know to settle the thoughts in his head.
"I'm scared too, but i've wanted this for so long. Every time you were with Eleanor, it absolutely killed me. We stopped being close when you met her, and when the fans carried on with 'larry' you acted like the thought disgusted you. I found it so so hard being without you and now i've got you, i'm not letting you go. This feels right, doesn't it? Or am i the only one feeling that?" Louis slid his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him down so he sat on the sofa next to him.
"It really feels right. We'll keep it between us for a bit though yeah? Think about telling the boys later. I quite like having you to myself for now." Their legs slotted together as they lay back on the mountain of cushions in the corner.
"Never knew you were so slushy Louis. Does this mean i can secretly call you my boyfriend then? Or are we doing the whole 'dating' rule?" Harry got his answer when Louis kissed him, more rushed than before and definitely not as sweet, but still full of the passion they had both craved.
"That was my nice way of telling you to shut up. It's still early and i'm still tired. I thought you offered me tea, boyfriend?" Harry could feel Louis smirk into his neck, and he couldn't stop his own smile. He got up to find the mugs and fill the kettle, aware of the eyes watching his every move. When he turned back around, Liam had joined Louis and took Harry's tea as he walked towards them. He was also in Harry's seat but Liam was ignoring the glare he received from him.
"Thanks Harry, morning to you too." Harry simply flopped on a chair in protest and pouted his bottom lip, hoping Louis would notice. He did and held out his own mug, and they happily shared sips of the hot liquid.
"We're all planning on going out tonight after the show, you up for it?" Louis didn't answer right away, he was trying to think of an excuse as to why he and Harry couldn't go. He wanted to spend quality time just the two of them, before the end of the tour and the planning of the next one became too hectic for them to even breathe.
