With Lips Like Fire He Burns Me

6. Baby, We Both Know

According to Liam, the boys had planned this trip for weeks on end. Winter was right around the corner and the boys had decided that a nice cozy cabin hidden in the woods was the perfect destination to start winter break. Finals were over and although they loved to celebrate with booze and girls, they equally loved spending some bro time too.

"Can't wait 'til we get to the cabin," Harry exhaled happily. He stretched his toes and wiggled his fingers, feeling the nice stretch of his taut muscles. "Gonna be a long trip."

"You can sleep in the car," Louis mused. He looked soft with a fleece blanket wrapped around his body, his head covered underneath the soft cotton material. He sat beside Harry and tilted his head against Harry's shoulder. "I know I will."

Harry turned his head and smiled against Louis' hair. Louis' hair was soft and feathery, like he had just woken up from the sounds of their voices flowing from the kitchen. Harry inhaled deeply, burying his nose deeper into Louis' hair.

"Want me to pack some chocolate and marshmallows?" Harry asked, a slow smile stretching over his lips.

"You know how to charm a guy, Styles," Louis said sleepily, covering his yawn with his hand.

"Let's do it."

The drive to the cabin in the woods took a solid five hours. Liam, Niall and Harry took turns driving when the other got restless and sleepy on the road. Nobody bothered to wake up Louis from the backseat to force him to drive. Harry was slowly learning that Louis got away with quite a lot.

By the time they arrived at the cabin, light snow had started to fall from the sky. Harry was asleep in the backseat of the van, his lap warm from Louis' head. Liam nudged Harry's shoulder, shaking him awake and ruffled his hair in passing. Harry opened his eyes blearily against the bright light. He was too comfortable with Louis passed out on his lap.

Harry didn't want to move. He wanted to stay in this feeling forever.

Harry lightly nudged Louis awake, careful not to startle him. Louis stirred under the blanket, the upper half of his body and his face covered under a warm blanket. He murmured something in his sleep and pressed his face deeper into Harry's crotch. Harry bit his lip and pulled the blanket off, his fingertips lightly touching Louis' cheek.

"Wake up, darling," Harry coaxed, his voice too soft in the afternoon sunlight. "We're here."

"Five more minutes," Louis grumbled, his eyebrows furrowing together. His lips thinned out in a small smile. "But call me darling again."

"Get up, darling. My legs are asleep."

Louis begrudgingly sat up, rubbing his fluttering eyelids with closed fists. Harry allowed himself a long moment to look at him before he jumped out of the van and stretched his arms and legs, grateful when his joints popped. He ran a hand through his messy hair and took a look at his surroundings. The pine trees were covered in a sheet of snow. The afternoon sunlight was bleak but warm and the temperature was not too cold, just the right amount of perfect. The cabin they were going to stay in for a week was quiet and cozy sitting above a small hill.

"It's beautiful," Harry said to himself, his voice in awe.

Louis climbed out of the van, the blanket covering his small body from head to toe. He looked incredibly small and Harry was sure the blanket was bigger than him. Louis fisted the blanket tighter over his shivering body.

"Sleep well, princess?" Harry murmured, terribly fond.

Louis stared at Harry blankly and shook his head. It didn't take long to roll his eyes at him. He trudged up the hill to the cabin, Harry hanging his head down and following closely behind.