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"turn off the damn alarm." louis groaned, reaching out to the bed side table, "'arry!!"

"i'm comin'! geez, calm down tommo."

louis hates alarms, especially now that his head hurts so bad due to the hung over.

"advil?" harry asks the older boy as he turns off the alarm.

he attempts to smile at harry as soon as he sat down, his back against the headboard. he remembered. but...

"i made you cry." he whispers.

"what?" harry's voice was low and his english accent very obvious.

"at paris."

harry sat down at the edge of the bed, looking over to louis with worry. sure, he did made him cry. but that was before, and what matters to the curly haired photographer is that his louis now remembers.

"hey," he paused as he watch louis bite his lip nervously, "it's alright. okay?"

louis nods.

"you remembered the first day, huh?"

louis nods again. harry stared at him, chuckling fondly because wow louis looks cute when he's vulnerable like this.

"can't believe that i am a bad boyfriend." he pouts.

"heeeeey," harry couldn't help but smile. "you are not a bad boyfriend, lou."

"but i made you cry? at paris? and it was supposed to be romantic?" he slouches, his lower lip showing more.

harry held his tummy as he laugh at how louis looks like.

"harold! i'm serious!" his tiny fists hitting the soft bed, "i hate you."

"oh come on!" harry still couldn't fight his smile, "you look cute. okay? which was rare by the way."

"oh?"

harry nods, "yes."

"well, that's because i am a man, curly."

"nope. i refuse to believe that you are."

"i have a stubble and you-!"

i cut him off by placing a peck on his soft lips.

"you were saying?"

harry couldn't help but find it cute that louis is finally blushing in front of him. vulnerable.

louis groaned and hid his blush by covering his face.

"i hate you." he manages to say, but in a small, baby-like voice.

harry wrapped his arms around the older male, squeezing him. not too hard but enough to make him breathless--in a good way.

"where's that advil?" louis looks up at harry the blush fading from his cheeks.

"oh! right! sorry." harry smiled sheepishly and unwrapped his arms, standing quickly.

louis pouts, "hug. it's freezing."

harry bit his lip, "i'll just get advil and water. go wrap yourself with those covers."

"but i want a hug."

"lou, stop." he looked away, trying to hide his blush.

he didn't know why he was blushing, what he do know is that this louis is too adorable for him. his pout and his faded blush. his half opened, ocean blue eyes. it's too much for him.

"just...erm. walk." he started walking away from the bed leaving louis with his arm crossed.

"harold!" he says in a demanding tone.

harry groans and bites his lip, really trying his best not to smile.

"carry me."

harry chuckles, "of course, princess."

"hey, i'm no princess." louis playfully hits harry's chest, "i'm a prince. your prince."

he pokes harry's nose as harry sat on the bed. harry smiled at him fondly, showing his pearly whites and his dimpled cheek.

"climb on my back."

"yes!" louis exclaims like a kid as he climbs on harry's back.

his arms locked tightly by harry's neck, almost choking the boy. his small legs linked with harry's arms, slightly swinging as they walk towards the kitchen. harry humming a song he wrote.

"what song is that?" louis asks, his head tilting to the side and his voice soft.

"i wrote it." harry says awkwardly.

"you write songs?"

harry puts him down at the island, facing him afterwards, nodding.

"yeah. i write... stuff."

louis' lips formed and 'o' for he was amazed. he never knew harry write things. even before.

"i also haven't told you that before, so..."

"that's nice. i love your voice, baby."

harry couldn't help but blush and squirm. louis called him 'baby', not that he hasn't before. but this time was different.

"tomato." louis pokes harry's flushed cheeks.

"shut up." he muttered and looked away, walking towards their cabinet.

harry got the advil and some water for his boyfriend--or whatever louis is to him right now. he was still high from the effect of being called 'baby' by louis that he almost tripped and make a mess.

"oi!" was all louis managed to say as harry stood up. a shy smile on his lips.

"i'm good. i'm good." he places the glass of water beside louis, along with the advil.

"you and your long legs."

"sorry?"

louis popped the advil on his mouth, emptying the glass of water after.

"you scared me." louis held harry's hand. his fingers fitting onto harry's gap like puzzle pieces. harry's stomach erupting with butterflies.

"what's the title of your song?"

"if i could fly."

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Annddd hi! Sorry, writer's block sucks. -_-

Anyway. Thanks for reading! :)

All the love,
J xx