Mind Games | L.S

24 ; twenty four

Harry's POV

I felt my whole body literally melt. Ut felt like I was on a cloud, or under water, or my whole being turned into thousands of butterflies when I heard the words 'I love you' come out of Louis' mouth. I knew I loved him, of course I did. I've liked him for a couple years, he makes my heart pound for no real reason, he makes my palms sweaty and my head spin. All in a good way, of course. I love him... more than anything.

"Can we nap?" I asked, pulling the blanket on the bed over us, looking over at his tired face.

"Yes, please." He laughed, cuddling into my side as I did the same, both of us letting out small sighs.

I was still smiling like an idiot. All of my dreams have come true. I've thought about doing this with Louis since I first layed eyes on him. I've thought about kissing his pretty pink lips. I've thought about hugging his slim form. I've thought about sitting on his very nice, toned legs. And now... I can. It makes my heart best a million times faster whenever I think about it.

"I love you." I whispered, my eyes closing.

**

When I woke up it looked to be kind of dark outside. I turned my head to see my pretty boyfriend still sleeping soundly. I grabbed my phone that was at the top corner of the bed, checking the time.
It read 5:34AM.

Damn we sleep for so long.

I pulled myself away from Louis, slowly and gently, trying very hard not to wake him up. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep so there was no point in trying. I seemed to do a good job, seeing him only stir a bit and roll over to fall right back into his deep sleep. I smiled at him fondly before slipping on my boxers, a random pair of sweatpants and my shirt that was most likely inside out.

I unlocked his door and walked into the hallway, yawning. I found myself making my way to the kitchen and starting some coffee.

This house is quite nice.

I looked around, I never really got to get a good look at it, as many times as I've been here. I've always been to distracted either by Niall being weird or by the boy I love being hot. I smiled to myself as I looked at a framed picture hangin up on the wall, it was Louis when he looked about thirteen and his mom. Others were of younger Niall and Louis, or of their parents. Some were kind of recent.
I heard the coffee maker make a loud sound, signalling that it was done beig brewed. I poured myself a cup, adding large amounts of sugar and cream as usual.
I sat on the couch, just enjoying the peace and quiet of the big house. I put my coffee down and sat back, half laying and half sitting up but I found myself falling asleep after a few minutes.

**

I felt myself being shaken a bit, my eyes really, really not wanting to open.

"Haz" "Hazza" "Harry" "Baby boy" I heard softly in my ear, my lips turning into a smile as I recognized the soft high voice.

My eyes fluttered open to see my boyfriend standing above me, his hand on my shoulder.

"Hey" I said in a deep sleep-filled voice.

"Hey, babe" he said and sat beside me.

I shifted my legs and sat up, realizing how sore my ass is and wincing.

"You okay?" He said, concern lacing his voice as he noticed my pained face.

"A lil' sore." I giggled out, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He nodded his head and smiled at my pink face, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"What time is it?" I asked, he clicked on his phone, looking at it for a second before clicking it off and setting it on the table.

"2pm, love."

I nodded, resting my head on his shoulder. All the sudden he grabbed my face, cupping my cheeks and turning me so I'd be facing him more and pressed his lips to mine. It tasted like the mix of the coffee I had earlier and tea he probably just drank. I smiled and kissed back, his tongue entering my mouth.

The door soon swung open and I heard a loud all too familar voice.

"Loui-!" The voice called, suddenly stopping.

Me and Louis pulled apart as quickly as possible, seeing Niall standing in front of us, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open.

Oh shit oh shit oh shit.

"No way" He finally said, looking nothing but suprised.

He didn't seem to be mad at all just genuinely shocked. Louis got up and ran out the front door.

"Lou, wait!" I called, standing up.

He just slammed the door behind him. I assumed he was going to drive somewhere. I sighed deeply and sat back down on the couch.

"You? and Louis?" Niall asked, sitting beside me, where Louis was.

"Me and Louis." I said, looking at him, feeling my chest sink, wishing my boyfriend wouldn't have run off.

"How long?"

"A few months." (A/N; Let's pretend, I know it doesn't seem like it.)

"Why didn't you tell me?!" He asked, sounding offended.

"Lou wasn't ready." He sighed, putting my head in my hands.

"So are you guys dating or just fooling around?"

"No he's my boyfriend, Ni." I let out a breathy laugh. "I wish he didn't run."

"He'll be back." Niall assured, patting my back.