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Louis could honestly not believe the last couple of days. They went by so fast. He almost wish to repeat them. That's how nice spending time with Harry has become. He was surprised at first at how genuine Harry really is. He can speak for several minutes about books he's read, he's supposedly very interested in reading, he loves old classic music, also a big surprise, and he manage to make Louis want to lay there and listen to his voice for hours. Matter of fact, he did exactly that yesterday.
Harry spoke about his experience going to a book season in Birmingham when he was younger, but Louis can safely admit he didn't gather a single thing from that story. He was just laying in Harry's arms, watching his lips. Sounds pretty comfortable, doesn't it?
But Louis isn't only listening, that would tire Harry out. He just doesn't find his life so interesting... They spoke about childhood memories last night, and Harry got some pretty interesting stories. Like, he managed to run away from home when he was 7 years old with his friends because they wanted to go swimming. Or, when he was 8, he drove his dad's car while he was in the grocery store. Only a few meters, but enough to piss of his dad.
Louis can't relate. Whatsoever.
He came up with one good story. He once drove his bicycle to the other side of the city when he was 9 years old with Niall. They ordered food from one of Niall's parents credit card. But that's it. He got in a lot of trouble, but that's most likely the only thing he came up with. Seemed like he had a pretty normal childhood.
It was an early Sunday morning. Louis woke up first. Not by any specific reason, he's just used to waking up at this time. School must have fucked up his sleeping schedule because he now wakes up one hour earlier than what he used to do.
He noticed an arm around his waist as he looked down. He saw the tattoos on his skin and smiled lightly. He's kinda into his tattoos. He used to not get the concept, but now he loves them. Harry pulled them off real good though. He looked like a god. Not even overreacting.
He turned on his back so he could glance over at Harry. He couldn't look softer than how he's looking now. His eyelashes look so delicate. How they are leaving a shadow on his spotless skin. His skin was glowing by the way. He's pretty jealous of his appearance. But he remember Harry calling him cute the other day when he got him breakfast. That gained him a little confidence. How come a tiny little word like 'cute' make such a big difference? Harry is also cute, even though he knows Harry's look shouldn't be 'cute'. Louis can't even imagine him being okay with that word directed to him.
But you never know.
Louis' body was now facing Harry. He couldn't stand laying on his back when such a sweet creature was laying beside him on the bed. The duvet was covering most of Harry's upper body. Such a shame. His body is also a thing he adores about him. He adores pretty much everything. The fact that he's laying here, thinking of all this proves his point.
He couldn't help but press his lips against Harry's forehead. It made Louis blush a little. It should be the other way, but he was so over the moon about having this beauty beside him.
Shortly after, a little grunt could be heard from the older man, making Louis smile since he thought he woke him up. He covered his mouth with his part of the duvet, hiding his morning face a little. He called his lazy eyes and baby skin a morning face. He looked so tired in the mornings and his skin just looked softer when he wakes up.
It didn't take long for Harry to open his eyes. The very first thing he noticed was Louis. His eyes first of all. They very extra blue in the mornings, he can guarantee that's a fact. Cute.
He leaned his head a little up and rubbed his eyes which soon became puffy from all the rubbing. "Are you watching me sleep?" He asked. It wouldn't be a problem. A guy like Louis can't get away with anything for his matter. He got no reply, only a shrug. "Cheeky bastard." He added.
Louis pulled away the duvet from his face. "Morning to you too, bastard." He replied eventually.
Harry let out a chuckle as Louis spoke up. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to his uncovered lips. "Morning. I can't believe I'm up this early." He said, looking at the clock on the wall behind Louis. "I just can't sleep properly anymore."
"No?" He questioned. "Why's that?"
"No, I don't want to bother you with my shit." Harry called his issues 'shit'. Because they were in fact 'shit'. Issues in general are shit.
"Harry, please. Why would you bother me? I asked, didn't I?"
Harry looked up at the white ceiling. He haven't slept good at all these couple of days. It has nothing to do with Louis' bed. The bed is the least problem. "I've been thinking about Gemma." He spilled out. "Like, a lot. It recently became worse. I used to not be as bothered, but now the whole situation is just crawling under my skin."
Louis stayed still. He remember Harry telling him about Gemma disappearing in the ocean. It gave him chills. The fact that they never found her made the whole situation very unpleasant.
"Anyways," Harry continued. "I think I wanna go back. Back to where she was last seen." She was last seen at this place outside town. Not many people lived in or near by this area. It was so desert. "I haven't been there ever since the police were looking for her. I've been avoiding it almost."
Louis looked down at his slightly trembling bottom lip. "Harry..."
"I really want to." Harry almost interrupted him. He looked back up at Louis, watching how his eyes turned a little glossy. He could clearly see that Louis found this all very sad. It was sad. "I don't know if you want to, but... maybe you can join? I don't wanna go on my own. Never." That will be too much. He needed someone like Louis. He's a kind soul and he could used his soft, tiny hands to hold.
Louis felt goosebumps on his skin. Just the thought of going to a place someone died, or went missing, makes him uncomfortable. "I'm not sure."
"Please. I haven't been able to focus. These couple of days has been a nice distraction, but it's not enough in a way. I know you don't quite understand, but trust me, I could really use your support on this."
Louis kept his eyes on Harry as the silence fell on them. So many thoughts were flying inside his head. After a minute, he finally made up his mind. "Fine."
