Guess Who? (Larry AU)

Chapter 23

A/N:

Hey hey hey. Update for all you lovely peoples. :D Sorry if you think it's rushed. I had partial writer's block as I refer to it "Writer's Stutter". It seems choppy and rushed to me :\ And I didn't edit it. But I hope you enjoy... Vote, comment, follow. Luv ya

Xx- W.

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Louis P.O.V. -

"Do you know what today is?" Harry's breath tickled my ear. I pushed him off of me and pulled the covers over my head.

"I dun care," I grumbled.

"Yes you do," he claimed in a sing-songy tone. Harry repositioned himself so his body was crushing me through the blankets. "If you don't come out from under the covers I'll just have to suffocate you!" he giggled menacingly. Although he couldn't see my facial expression and hand gestures, there was definitely a solitary middle finger waiting to flip him off. Finally caving in, I pushed the big oaf off of me and rolled him to the other side of the bed.

"That bed head is just so sexy on you," I teased as I poked my head from my burrow under the sea of blankets.

"Have you seen you in the morning?" he shot back.

"Yes and I am gorgeous."

"Don't forget modest amongst your best qualities." Playfully, I smacked his arm and he gave a fake yelp of pain.

"So tell me, what is so special about today?'

"Well, technically today is our three and a half year anniversary. I mean if we hadn't broken up. Does that time even count?"

His question was sort of unexpected and complex. I took my time to prepare an answer. "I think, at least in my book, that it counts. I mean even though we weren't together I never stopped loving you or thinking about you or dreaming of us. In all honesty, it doesn't matter that we spent that time apart. I guess you can say it's kind of like when married couples take a break, ya know? They still love each other, and they're still married. That time still counts in their relationship, so why wouldn't it count for us? I believe we've been together for three and a half years. If anything the fact that we still found our way back to each other in love proves that we are meant to be. If you want it to be our one week anniversary as a fresh start, that's fine. What do you think?"

"I think that you should be a motivational speaker sweetheart," he complimented as he nuzzled his nose with mine. "Happy three point five."

"Happy three point five," I agreed. "Let's go make some pancakes; I'm starved." Harry and I raced each other down the stairs and into the kitchen. We slid across the slick wooden floor in our socks as we laughed like sailors.

"Morning, boys!" Anne said brightly. Anne was the opposite of my mother in things concerning Harry and mine's relationship. She had embraced our relationship with open arms from the very beginning, and according to Harry, had cried right along with him when I left. However, when she found out we were back together at the hospital Anne even went as far as to squeal like a primary school girl at the news. We'd been staying at her house for the past week since I had told my own mum never to speak to me again. Sure, we could've gone back to my own apartment, but Harry didn't want to leave Doncaster or his mum. Mutually we agreed to come live with Anne for the time being (which she happily endorsed).

"Ah, the woman of the hour, my hero, she's already made us pancakes!" I cheered as I stole a plate of fluffy jacks from Anne. Pouring a shit ton of syrup on my stack, I dug into the breakfast. Harry pressed a kiss to his mother's cheek as he grabbed the plate of steaming pancakes. Nonchalantly, he plopped down next to me as Anne's eyes met mine for a quick exchange of winks.