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harry woke up with a smile on his lips and a sting on his behind. his hands searched for the petite body of louis tomlinson but he isn't there beside him.

"louis?" he groggily sat, "louis!"

"kitchen!" he answers back.

harry sighed of relief and smiled as he remembered the events of last night.

"my head hurts." he groans.

louis pops up in front of the door and leans at the door frame a smirk on his face.

"good morning to you too, curly." he chuckles, "breakfast is ready. come along now."

harry stands up and walks with a limp towards the kitchen. it has been a while since louis and him did that.

so it did hurt his ass.

louis shot him a look of worry, "are you okay? need some help?"

"no, no." he gave an awkward smile to louis, "i'm good, love. just..."

sucks in a sharp breath and cursed as he sat down the chair.

"too much?" louis bit his lip.

"nah." he smiled, "it's just... it's been a while. you know..."

louis nods in understanding and gives him a pat on the cheek. harry smiles at his gesture, showing of his dimples.

"thanks for the breakfast, lou."

"no problem, love." louis smiles.

harry froze at the use of nickname; he didn't even notice the heart-shaped syrup on his pancakes.

"dig in harold." louis chuckles at the spaced out boy, "pancakes ain't gonna finish itself."

harry cleared his throat and started to eat. the memories of last night still fresh on his mind. not to mention the nickname louis just called him.

damn it. he cursed in his mind. he went here to talk to louis, not to fuck him. fuck, he cursed.

"what?" louis asks, the fork still on his mouth, "you said 'fuck'."

harry's eyes widened, he didn't thought he would say that out loud.

"harry, i already fucked you last night." he winked.

harry blushed at what louis just said. he didn't really mean to say 'fuck' out loud!

"s-sorry." he gulped, "was just... uh."

he felt a warm hand touch his cold ones.

"stop being nervous around me."

"that's the point..." he let out a sigh, "it is you. that's why i'm nervous."

"why would you be?"

harry hesitated before speaking out his thoughts.

"maybe i am just scared that you can push me away... whenever... and that you have the power to hurt me again since you could not even remember me." he frowns unconsciously

louis stood up and went beside harry giving him a hug. he placed light, tender kisses on his head making harry squirm under his touch.

"louis..." harry giggled.

"harold." he said in a sassy tone, "i may have remembered things, okay?"

harry looks up to him with wide emerald eyes and a smile on his lips. he was excited but scared at
the same time.

"really?!" his smile almost breaking his precious cheeks.

louis nods, "really, really."

if harry didn't squeal out of pure joy, then i don't know what to call the sound he made. louis couldn't help but smile at the reaction of the younger lad. sure, it wasn't that much of a memory but he was glad to remember something.

at least he made harry smile; and it felt really good and warm on the inside to see him smile because of him.

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harry was laughing and out of breath again for the first time in four months. louis and him decided to stay in and just hang out like what they used to do.

"s-stop!" he laughs, "lou! can't... breathe!"

harry's laughter sounded so lovely on louis' ears. he laughs along with harry but stops every so often that harry complains about his breathing.

"'nuff." harry says as he catches his breath with a smile present on his lips.

louis and harry were sprawled up at the bed, louis above harry and between his legs. he was holding his weight using his arms and is hovering above harry.

"you're cute." louis tries to hide his smile as he collapses above harry.

harry was still trying to catch his breath but he didn't fail to notice the smile that louis tried to hide. his heartbeat and louis', in sync, he smiled to himself. finally, he felt contented, like louis is back to before.

"louis..." he paused and he found himself stroking--playing with the brown, soft hair of louis.

he hums; louis couldn't help yawn at what he was doing.

"about the... memories?"

louis lifts his head up to look at harry and clears his throat.

"yeah." he sits up, "that..."

he looks away from harry making him feel more curious about that memory.

was it a bad one? or a good one? something they fought about? something about...

"it's sort of connected to..." he paused, "to zayn..."

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