COVERED

Chapter 8

LOUIS POV

I wake up to an empty bed once again. But this time, I smell a fragrance that reminds me of being back home. It reminds me of when I'd wake up in the morning and run downstairs to see my mum cooking us pancakes.

So I do just that. I run downstairs, but instead of my mum cooking pancakes, I see Harry.

I smile to myself.

Rushing back into the room, I throw some sweats and a jumper on, then head into the bathroom. I brush my hair a bit but not too much, then I brush my teeth. Once I'm finished and I feel a little more refreshed, I head back out towards the kitchen.

But this time, I silently approach Harry. I sneak up behind him and rest my chin on the nape of his neck.

He jumps a little but realizes that it's just me.

I inhale deeply, "Smells great babe."

"Good morning sleepy head." He smiles.

He's in an awfully good mood from what I see. Considering what happened last night.

I kiss his cheeks and slowly walk over to the fridge to get orange juice. Before I can pour it into my cup, I feel arms make their way around my waist and I feel a trail I kisses being planted on my neck. It makes me blush.

"Food's done love." Harry says as he kisses my cheek and removes himself off of me.

It makes me sad but I don't want to seem too desperate for his affection.

We both make our own plates and sit down at the table. Our breakfast consists of a couple moans and it has nothing to do with what I wish it did.

We finish our plates and both check our phones at the same time.

"Simon texted me." Said Harry.

"Me too." I reply.

*Meeting at my place.

Texted Simon.

"I'll reply for the both of us." I tell Harry and watch as he nods and sets his phone back on the counter.

*Okay what time?

I reply.

Not even a minute passes before my phone vibrates.

*ASAP

Is all that I read.

"He said ASAP. So I'm guessing its something important?" I tell Harry.

"I'm not sure why? But alright. I'll get ready quick."

"Did you call Steve?" I ask Harry as I pick at my nails.

"Of course babe. He said no longer than 10 minutes." He answers.

I smile. I catch myself staring at him. Being in love with someone is the best feeling in the world. I love looking at him and knowing that I'm the only person he's ever loved this much. Sure I've dated other girls before Harry, but that's only because I was curious. I clearly never had feelings for them anywhere near the feelings I have for him. Genuinely loving everything about someone is rare.

Seriously, I love everything about him. The way his smirk curves up making his dimples pop out. The way he rustles his hair and flips it to the side. The way he wiggles his fingers and pats them against his thigh when he's nervous in an interview. Even the way he laughs at practically everything I say even though I know I'm the least funniest person ever.

I wil never understand why he loves me the way he does, but I can never doubt it.

"Steve's here Lou." My thoughts are interrupted.