He was sitting on a chair outside, a blanket around him. He held a cup of tea in his gloved hands, a beanie covering his wild curls. He had his legs tucked up to his body, curled to the side, one hand moving slowly to press into the thickly covered bump on his lower abdomen.
He yawned then, head tilting down to tuck his face into his sweater as he did so, his hot breath filling the enclosed space inside the fabric. He tipped his head back up and his eyes moved along the ever brightening horizon as each star winked out above.
Both hands moved to his mug as he took a sip of the quickly cooking tea inside, then the cup cane to rest on his stomach, a deep breath making it climb up, slowly, before making its way back down and repeating.
The tip of his nose was red, and so were his cheeks, a rosy glow emanating from him.
The sun peaked over the horizon and the colours of the sunrise brightened, the pinks, purples, and blues streaked with the golden sheen of the sun. He sighed again, taking another sip of his drink before letting it rest on his stomach once again.
He almost felt disappointed when he heard a shout from inside the house, not even turning his head to look. A few minutes later, a door banged open behind him.
"Harry!" Louis cried as he crunched out through the snow
"What are you doing out here, it's freezing out!" He asks crouching before Harry, his hair disheveled, his cheeks beginning to redden, his loose pyjamas loosely covered by a blanket he must have grabbed on his way out.
Harry merely shrugged as Louis shrugged off his blanket, draping it over Harry hastily.
Harry just nodded at the horizon, and Louis looked to see the sun, a small gasp of understanding escaping him as he nods.
"Okay" he whispers, moving to sit beside Harry, slipping under the blankets, pulling Harry to his side.
Harry smiles lightly and takes another deep breath, his exhale sending a plume of white into the air before him.
Harry moves his cup in one hand, the other staying on his stomach, to offer a sip to Louis, who kisses the top of his head and takes the mug, smelling the homey scent of the beverage before bringing the cup to his lips and drinking some. He hands the mug back to Harry who pulls it back close to his body and relaxes.
They don't talk, for they have no need to talk, never have. They sit and share the mug back and forth, watching the sun rise before them enjoying the feeling of just being together.
When the sun fully rises Louis rises and pulls Harry to his feel, the two walking hand in hand back towards the house.
Louis slips the hat off of Harry's head and kisses him gently as he goes to put it and his gloves away. Harry wandered around the kitchen, getting together the beginnings of breakfast as the feeling begins to creep back into his nose and the tips of his fingers.
Soon Louis joins him, working beside him, helping him as he moves about, neither saying a word, with hands or mouths.
Sitting at the table, they sit side by side, elbows bumping as they eat their breakfast. Harry's hand stayed on his stomach, both to rub at the painful areas and to sate his need for contact with the small bump of taught skin. The scrape of knives and forks on plates the only sound to be heard in the otherwise silent house. Cleaning up was in silence as well, working side by side, Harry washing Louis drying before placing them in the cupboards they belonged.
When all the dishes were washed and put away, Louis moved to the living room and sat on the couch, tapping the place between his legs on the front of the couch with his hand. Harry smiles and complies, placing a pillow on the floor before sitting and leaning back into Louis, who began to fiddle with his hair, pulling it up and letting it down, twisting curls around his fingers and massaging Harry's scalp gently. Harry just closes his eyes and leans his head back as Louis begins to braid small strands with nimble fingers, the muscle memory from having done this with his sisters many times playing a major role. He let the tiny braid go and it flicked, unraveling.
