COVERED

Chapter 5

Louis's POV

"I'm home!" I call out as I walk into mine and Harry's flat.

"I'm in here!" I hear Harry say from our bedroom.

I walk in and find him laying on the bed on Twitter. I lay next to him and say,

"Hey babe."

"Hey," He says and smiles at me.

"So what's her name?" He asks, looking back to his phone.

"Who?"

"Your beard, Lou."

"Oh. Eleanor."

"That's a nice name." He coldly replies.

I don't say anything back. I just grab his hand and try to hold on to this moment as long as I can.

"Do you wanna go out tonight? It could be our last night out together..." Harry says, looking out the window.

I roll on top of him and make him look at me.

"It wont be, but sure. Are we inviting the boys?"

"If you want t-"

I kiss him right before he can finish his sentence. I just don't want our relationship to end.

"Mhm." I mumble against his lips.

My fingers fumble with the buttons on his shirt as Harry runs his hands through my hair. I finally get the buttons undone and pull the shirt over his hand. I start leaving small little kisses all over his chest.

"Lou-" I start kissing the sweet spot on his neck.

And when I hear a moan from him I start nipping at it, to make sure I mark my territory.

"Boo-"

"Hmm," I hum against his neck.

"N-not tonight," he says, barely getting the words out.

I sit up and look him in the eyes then quickly look away.

"We have to go meet the boys." He says, as I still try to recover.

"I'm gonna get dressed." I say as I stand off of the bed.

I walk into my closet. We have seperate closets because we both have a lot of clothes. I look through everything I have and finally find my famous striped shirt, colored jeans and Toms.

I walk into the bathroom to find Harry styling his hair. Haha, Harry Styles is styling his hair. I crack myself up.

I push my hair to the side to get it to look normal again since Harry was running his hands through it.

"Ready-" He starts to say as he turns to me.

"Wow you look hot." He finishes off.

"Why, thank you Mr. Styles. So do you." I say trying to contain my laughter.

I think it's so damn funny when I call him, Mr. Styles.

"Well then, come on Mr. Tomlinson."

"No. Don't call me that. That makes me sound like an old man." I pout.

"Oh come on. The boys are probably waiting for us." Harry says, walking out of the bathroom.

I'm glad he didn't continue to make things awkward.

We walk outside to Harry's Range Rover. He gets in the driver's seat and I get in the passenger.

"Where are we going?" I ask curiously.