Social Casualty

seven

When Louis wakes up Harry is still sleeping soundly, his lips parted and heavy puffs leaving his mouth with every exhale. It's a small bed, so they're a little squished, but Louis can feel the heat radiating off of Harry, who had turned in his sleep so that his back faces him.

Louis drags his fingers up and down the boys back. He tries thinking back on last night, but can't successfully do it unless he either wants to get a boner or die of giddiness. He cant believe he was able to be the one to take that from Harry, and that both of their feelings are mutual. He's never actually dated anyone, only a girl for a month when he was in his first year of high school. He's hooked up with people, and sure, he and Harry have hooked up. More than that too. Except this time even though it hasn't been long, he has these strong emotional feelings towards the boy.

Harry turns over, sleepy hands pulling the duvet up under his chin. A small huff goes past his lips, and Louis can't help how his lips twitch up a tiny bit in a smile. He tucks the duvet over Harry's shoulder, where his weak sleepiness causes him to not cover that spot. The younger boy hums, his lips parting.

Louis closes his eyes again, even though he knows he won't be able to fall back asleep. Once he's up he's up.

When he opens his eyes a few minutes later, he finds Harry looking at him with hooded sleepy eyes, squinting from the brightness of the room. He rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, glancing at the clock before turning over onto his other side and fully facing Louis. It's only eight in the morning, and he's only a bit disappointed that his body hadn't let him sleep in longer.

Louis doesn't even care that he didn't get to sleep in, because the light rests perfectly on Harry's cheeks, and the dip of his collarbone looks smooth and soft. When he's asleep, and all of his worries are gone, he's pure, and delicate. He's beautiful, Louis thinks. A thought that always runs through his head. His hair is soft, his smile gentle and welcoming. He's the sun.

Louis sighs, his fingers dragging themselves slowly to the boys face. He can feel the huffs that Harry lets out with every breath against his arm. He smooths back his curls away from his eyes, and then let his fingers trail down to his chin. His touch lighter than a feather, his thumb barely skimming over Harry's bottom lip. His heart lurches, a heavy fluttery feeling in his chest.

Harry stirs, his nose twitching. "Hey." He mumbles, eyes not even fully open.

Louis smiles again, not suppressing it this time as he moves closer and wraps his arms around Harry. The boy lets his head fall down onto his shoulder. His curls fall over his eyes. "I love you." Louis whispers. He can feel Harry tense up in his arms.

Harry pulls away just enough so that he could see Louis' face. "Are you serious?" Harry asks, genuinely taken back.

Louis purses his lips. "Yeah." He mumbles. He would've laughed at how surprised Harry was, although he understands his thinking, considering their situation. They haven't even been "together" for two weeks.

After a moment, Harry's face contorts into the most wide grin Louis' ever seen. He lets out a small unmanly giggle. "I love you, too," he says as he attacks Louis in a hug, toppling him over. Louis just lets him lay on top of him, squeezing him tight and rubbing his hands up and down his back. He presses multiple kisses to the side of Harry's head, or really the closest part of his head that his lips can reach.

"I love you I love you." Harry's voice is muffled by Louis' chest.

Louis closes his eyes, sighing, the moment serene. He wishes it can last forever. No one around to judge or harass either of them for their decisions. Not having to hide, and just getting to enjoy his relationship with Harry. But unfortunately not all good things last, especially when having many roommates.