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one

(2012)

"Shhh!" Louis hissed at me, putting a finger on my lips to try and stop my giggles. "You're going to spoil it!" he whispered, creeping closer to the bed. I clamped a hand over my mouth and followed him, trying to hold my laughter in when I saw the mop of curls sticking out from the top of the duvet. "Okay… Toothpaste, nurse!" Louis held a hand out at me.

"Toothpaste!" I whispered, handing him the white and blue tube I'd swiped from the bathroom. With his tongue stuck out in concentration, he pulled the covers back slightly and carefully grabbed Harry's hand, squeezing half of the toothpaste out of the tube. "Louis he's got no clothes on!" I squeaked.

"Yes he has, he has boxers on. You're lucky he's even wearing them," he shrugged his shoulders and I tutted, hitting his shoulder. "Owww! Save the abuse until afterwards!" he whined, moving the covers back over Harry and abandoning the toothpaste on the bedside cabinet. "Shoelace!"

"Shoelace!" I repeated in a whispered, handing him the lace that I'd pulled out of one of Harry's shoes. I giggled quietly as Louis pressed a finger to his lips, dangling the shoelace above Harry's face and tickling his nose with it. "Awww!" I cooed, watching as Harry's nose twitched and he sniffed in his sleep. Louis tutted at me and continues to tickle his nose, getting a bit closer to him. I laughed loudly when Harry's hand shot up, smushing the toothpaste in Louis's shocked face.

"You two would make awful burglars," Harry mumbled sleepily, his eyes staying closed as he pushed the covers back and lifted his arm up. I grinned and kicked my shoes off, sliding in next to him and pulling the duvet back over us as his arm dropped around my shoulders.

"Oh I see how it is, Styles is awake so I get abandoned," Louis huffed, wiping his face free of toothpaste, and I poked my tongue out at him in reply as I cuddled up to Harry. He threw his other arm over my stomach and pulled me closer, burying his face in my hair as I let out another giggle. "Fine, whatever, I know when I'm not wanted. You two can stay here and practice making babies or whatever, I'm off out anyway!"

"Oh," I pouted. "Where are you going?"

"Just to meet Chels," he answered, a smile crossing his lips when he said her name. I felt Harry freeze behind me as I looked at Louis in confusion.

"Why would you be going to… Oh," I muttered, realisation hitting me when I saw the sheepish look on his face. "You're back together?"

"Mhmm…" he nodded. "We sorted things out, I thought Harry would have told you?"

"Hmm. So did I," I muttered, pulling out of Harry's arms and turned to glare at him. He buried his head in his pillow and ignored my stare. "Well," I turned back to Louis, a painted smile on my face. "Have fun! I probably won't be here when you get back, so I'll see you tomorrow?"

"What, I thought we were going to hang out today?" Harry sat up, yawning.

"We were," I glared at him and he sighed, frustrated as Louis glanced between us, confusion etched across his face.

"Right, erm, I'm going to go and let you two sort out your little lovers quarrel or whatever it is… Text me later, Cassie, tomorrow night. Don't worry Harry, I won't tell Liam you were in bed with his baby sister!" he grinned, winking at me and I stifled a laugh despite my mood. Urgh, I hated how he could always make me laugh. Bastard. Harry didn't say anything in reply, he just reached behind him and grabbed a pillow from underneath his head, throwing it at Louis who ducked out of the way just in time.

"Get the fuck out, Louis," he muttered, his hands rubbing over his face.

"Okay, okay… You want sexy time, I get it…"