~ON HOLD~ Forced Fate [Larry] ••Collab••

Chapter 17

WARNING: This chapter contains smut. I'll mark where it starts and ends so everyone who doesn't like smut can skip it. There will be nothing important for the story in the smut part so you can skip it without missing anything ;)

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Louis' POV:

The next morning I wake up in Harry's arms, his body warming mine. I snuggle closer to him, nuzzling my face in his bare chest. I feel Harry holding me tighter and he presses his lips to my forehead.

"Good morning darling." he whispers.

"Morning love." I say, placing a short kiss on his chest.

I look up at him and smile, running my hand through his messy hair. I don't even deserve him. This boy in front of me is what you call perfection and he likes me. If I imagine what could have happened if I would have reacted worse when he kissed me I'm even more glad that I decided to try to be friends with him again. He's all I could wish for.

He smiles and cups my cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good and you?" I ask smiling.

"Since I slept next to you, amazing." he smiles.

"You're so cute." I giggle and peck his cheek.

"Will you help me with making breakfast?" Harry asks and I nod.

"Everything for you." I smile.

We get up and get dressed. I just put on sweatpants and Harry's ramones shirt and style my hair to the side. I go into the kitchen where Harry is already waiting and he smirks when he sees me.

"Isn't my shirt a bit too big on you?" he asks and I shrug.

"I like it." I say.

"What are we cooking?" I ask.

"Pancakes." Harry says.

We start cooking after Harry explained me what to do and I try my best to do it right but I keep messing it up. After a while we're finished and I set the table. Harry brings the pancakes and we sit down, starting to eat.

"They taste good." I smile.

"Yeah." Harry nods.

When we're finished we do the washing up and then I sit down on the couch. I want to turn on the tv and Harry sits down on my lap so I can't see anything anymore. He falls back on the couch so his legs are resting on my lap and I turn the tv on. I search a good show and watch it. I place my hands on Harry's legs and draw something on them. I tickle one of his feet and he giggles.

"No please don't." he says smiling.

"Why not?" I ask, tickling his foot again.

"Because I hate it." he laughs, pulling his foot away.

I tickle his other foot and he pulls it away as well so his feet were right next to my legs now. I smirk at him lean over him, my hands on both sides of his head. He looks up at me smiling and I lean down. He meets me halfway and our lips collide. He slowly lays back down, pulling me with him by putting his hand in my neck. My tongue brushs over his lips and he parts them, my tongue roaming his mouth. I cup his cheek and peck his lip one more time, then I pull away. I look into his eyes and smile, pecking his lips again.

"I love you." I whisper.

"Love you too." he says smiling.

"What are we going to do today?" Harry asked after a while of just cuddling.