Masterpiece

Ch 5

Harry was waiting for Louis to arrive, they had set up plans after Louis left for the smaller boy to go to Harrys flat the next day. He had made tea and set up a movie, everything was perfect. Harry had put all of the drawings of Louis in a box, hidden under his bed. It seemed creepy but he wasn't doing anything wrong. He had put a lot of effort into them, he definitely was /not/ throwing them away.

He practically leaped at the door when he heard the soft knock. "Hello." The smaller boy hummed giggling before walking straight into Harrys arms. Harry hugged him tightly until he heard a small muffled 'your squishing me' and pulled away tittering, "sorry, Lou." He blushed. Louis smiled and shook his head, "its fine." Louis brushed it off, plopping down on the couch as if he owned the place. Harry chuckled, sitting down next to him. "Okay, so, i have the movie set up and stuff." Harry smiled, handing Louis a cup of tea. Louis smiled, "thanks, cupcake." He chirped playfully. The nickname made Harry blush, biting his lip to hide a smile. "No problem." He said softly. Harrys awkwardness to the situation made Louis blush as well, "I'm sorry, was that too much?" He asked nervously, "no, no its fine, i just, i like it." Harry murmured, turning darker. Louis giggled and nodded, "how about we just start the film then?" He asked, trying to change the subject for Harry. The curly haired lad nodded and flicked the movie on. Somehow during the hour Louis ended up wrapped in Harrys arms, his cheek resting on Harrys chest, both boys asleep, the movie left unwatched, the time they were awake they had been talking and giggling.

When Harry woke up he was slightly blinded by the sun in his eyes, his eyes still glossy from sleep only enhancing the pain. His hand was tangled in Louis' hair from where he had been mindlessly playing with the soft feathery locks. When he removed his hand it caused Louis to groan, nuzzling deeper into Harrys side. Harry giggled, "loubear, time to wake up." He cooed softly, gently rubbing Louis' back. Louis shook his head, "sleep." He mumbled, ignoring Harrys request. Harry chuckled, letting Louis sleep a little longer until the boy lazily sat up, cold air rushing to make contact with Harrys now venerable chest. He smiled over at Louis and he could feel his heart explode. Louis' hair was tussled around from sleep and the boy balled his hands, rubbing his eyes like a child would. Half of his face was slightly redder then the other from sleeping on Harrys chest and he still looked slightly tired.

Harry glanced at the clock and it was now nine in the morning. His eyes flicked back over to Louis who's face turned deep red, "oh gosh, I'm sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep, this must be super awkward, I'm really sorry i jus-" Louis was cut off by his rambling, "Lou, its fine, trust me. Its only nine in the morning, you should probably go back to sleep if your still tired. I usually wake up this early anyways." He chuckled, "you can go rest in my room and ill make breakfast when your ready, okay?" He suggested and Louis nodded, a faint blush still on his cheeks. He made his way into Harrys room, chuckling at the slight mess.

He collapsed onto the bed, melting into how comfortable it was. He pulled the blankets over him, completely wrapping himself in Harrys scent and the soft fabrics. He blushed at his thoughts alone, that was probably a weird thing to think. To think about how soft it was or to wonder how it would feel with Harry in the bed as well, or maybe even what it would be like waking up next to him. Yeah, that was definitely strange, he shook his head, closed his eyes and let sleep take over again.

(Im really sorry this is so short! I have exams and wont be able to post for about a week. Im really sorry ): ill try to write though, so i might be able to. Im also working on another fanfic as well, but that is currently on hold due to exams as well.)