The Perfect Match.

Chapter 56

Harry stirs in the bed the next morning before his eyes finally shoot open and he sees the light coming through the balcony doors of their suite. He squints a little and rubs his eyes and looks in the bed next to him; Louis is sitting on the edge with the phone to his ear ordering room service for them... and Harry's instantly smiling while he's listening to him.

"... Uh, just an assortment is absolutely fine. But definitely some bananas and strawberries," Louis tells them. He stays quiet for a moment while they're repeating the order back to him and then he finally says, "yes, that's correct. If you can bring up some ice water and orange juice as well that'd be great. Thank you... alright, sounds good. Thank you, sir."

Harry places his hands behind his head while he stretches some and Louis finally turns to see him awake.

"Hey, morning, love," Louis grins and scoots over on the bed near him, "was wondering if you'd wake. You slept through the alarm."

Harry glances at the clock and sees it's 15 past 7 before he's smirking at Louis, "did you sleep through it?"

"No," Louis replies, "I actually got up, stood on the balcony and had a cigarette for a few minutes, watching the snow."

"It's been snowing?" Harry glances back at the balcony.

"On and off, yeah," Louis replies and turns on his side, putting his hand across Harry's stomach, "did you sleep well?"

"I slept pretty good, yeah," Harry sighs and leans over to hold Louis in his arms, his head resting on his.

"You're not warm at all, it seems," Louis says softly and rubs his hand over Harry's cheek.

Harry smiles, "it's your immune system inside my body, babe."

Louis snickers, "you're never going to get tired of using that."

"Fuck, no," Harry says into Louis' hair before he's kissing it, "you'll always be a part of me, Lou. Physically, emotionally, mentally, internally..."

"I get it, Harold," Louis chuckles a little and rubs over Harry's side gently. "You are going to sleep, though, during my meeting, right?"

"Must I?" Harry groans in a dramatic voice, "I feel fine."

"You really need to," Louis tells him as he stares up at him, "you want to spend time sight-seeing and all that in the fucking, freezing cold... so, yeah, I think you need more rest, love."

"Ugh," Harry mumbles out before he's getting up slowly, gently caressing Louis' side as he does. He grabs some underwear from the suitcase and slips them on slowly, then grabs his suede coat and opens the balcony doors.

"Jesus Christ, really?" Louis laughs out, "those are my underwear."

Harry just grins and picks up Louis' lighter and cigarettes, then steps out the doors to light it while he's looking up at the cloudy skies, some snow flakes falling.

"How are you not fucking cold?" Louis laughs and gets up before he's picking some of his Adidas sweats out of the suitcase and slipping them on.

"Only my legs and feet are cold," Harry looks back and hits the cigarette, "suppose I'll let the hair grow back."

Louis snickers and grabs his bathrobe. He walks over to Harry and takes the cigarettes from him and lights one slowly. He sighs and looks out around New York City and Central Park in particular, "so, when do you want to talk to the CEO of the hospital?"