coachella | l.s

Chapter 8

Harry rubbed his nose as he began to awake from his long night's sleep. He felt himself wrapped by a pair of arms, and his eyes opened. He craned his neck slightly to see Louis' sleeping face. He smiled, and looked down, snuggling in closer. The memories of last night flashed through his mind, and he's instantly reminded of Louis' actions and words. He remembered Louis holding him, and complimenting him. He remembered falling asleep in Louis' hold, and how cozy it was. He closed his eyes once more, wanting to last forever.

But then he eyes opened quickly. He squirmed out of Louis' arms and looked at his phone. Just what he thought. He wasn't hoping for this day, it came way too fast. He hadn't even been thinking about, he'd been avoiding the idea of it.

Louis awoke from the loss of Harry from his hold, and looked at him sitting up. "Harry, you all right? It's like 8am."

"It's Sunday," he said quietly.

"And?" Louis replied

"The last day of Coachella." Harry's voice was in a whisper.

"Oh," was all Louis said.

"Yeah." Harry put his phone down and turned to Louis. His hair was ruffled and messy, and it reminded him of that Friday morning in Starbucks. It was only a couple of days ago, but for Harry it seemed like much longer than that. For all that has happened this weekend, everything seemed longer than it was. Maybe it was the living in the moment thing, or the catching feelings thing, but all Harry knew was right now, he didn't want to this weekend to end. He didn't want the time he'd spent with Louis to stop.

He smiled at his sleepy eyes, and somewhat exhausted face. Louis yawned, and lied back down. Only in this bed, covered in blankets and pillows did he seem like the most innocent adorable kitten in the world. So vulnerable, like the time they'd been on the ferris wheel, and Louis had confessed to him and Niall he wasn't all that confident of a guy. And Harry had seen his feelings flash before his eyes.

"Are you coming back to my arms or do I have to cuddle this pillow?" Louis asked. He was watching Harry as he was focused on his thoughts. Louis wasn't trying to focus on the fact that this might be the last time he hangs with Harry, unless he'd be willing to stay in contact with him after the festival. He was sure they would, since they've gotten to know each other pretty well over the course of the weekend. So, in honesty, he wasn't worried. Right now, he just wanted Harry to return to his arms.

Harry smiled and let himself fall back into Louis, and he wrapped his arms around him once more. "Now this is more like it," Louis sighed, placing his head on the crown of Harry's head.

Harry chuckled. "You are very cozy." He snuggled in closer, and shifted so he was facing Louis a bit but not completely. He looked up at him and without even thinking, he pecked Louis' jawline.

Louis held back a shiver that erupted through him from the sudden touch of Harry's lips. His eyes went to his before Harry turned away, turning red. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't m-mean to do that."

Louis, being the cheeky lad he is, returned the quick kiss, but this time placed it on Harry's nose."It's all right. I didn't mind."

Harry's heart was fluttering out of control. He lied still, trying to take in Louis' actions. This was sober Louis doing this, not drunk Louis who was acting up in the elevator last night, but the guy who he's come to fancy. Looking into his blue water eyes, all he wanted to do was lean into his thin pink lips.

Then a shuffling around in the other bed stopped him, and Niall sat up, yawning unnecessarily loud, and scratching his head. He didn't know whether to be angry or grateful for Niall's interruption. He didn't even know if he'd purposely did that, but he motioned for Louis to let him go, and he frowned, releasing Harry, and lied on his back.