Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

21

Louis wakes up to an arm draped over him and light streaking in from a window. When he extends his legs and arms to stretch, he winces at the soreness in legs and ass.

He groans and this causes Harry to stir, Harry lifts his head and looks around with squinted eyes and messed up hair. "Oh...Lou." He grumbles and turns onto his side and pulls Louis, who's halfway across the bed, next to him and right up against his body.

"...missed you." Harry mumbles as he doses off back to sleep, burying his head into Louis' neck. Louis allows himself to be cuddled, wincing once again when he stretches his leg muscles.

Louis smiles a little when Harry pulls him underneath him, draping his body over Louis' smaller frame. Louis brings his hand up to run his fingers through Harry's hair and he hears Harry hum contentedly.

Both boys fall in and out of sleep for some time and around ten in the morning Harry lifts his head and smiles sleepily at Louis.

"Good morning." Harry says, his voice deep and full of sleep and Louis smiles at him, shifting a little under his weight.

"Good morning, H." Louis replies, bringing his hand up to hold Harry's face. Harry smiles and leans his head into Louis' palm. "It's funny, I've never been so happy to wake up to someone."

Louis feels a blush rise on his cheeks and Harry lays his head onto Louis' chest. "You're so lovely." Harry mumbles, pressing kisses to Louis' collarbones.

"I mean...you're so lovely." Harry says, holding himself up with his hands. "I'm so lucky you're here with me...luckiest guy in the world." Harry says, once again letting his body go and allowing his weight to engulf Louis.

"You're too sweet, Haz." Louis says and Harry smiles, his cheek pressed into his boy's chest.

"You have no idea how happy I am to have you with me." Harry says and then he rolls off of Louis to lay beside him. Harry places his hands behind his head and he stares up at the ceiling.

"I want all of you, forever..." Harry says wistfully and then he grows embarrassed and he looks over to Louis who has rolled over onto his stomach and has his arms crossed underneath his head and is looking over at him. "I'm sorry," Harry shakes his head, "I've never...I don't know... I'm being silly."

"Hey it's okay-" Louis begins, but Harry cuts him off, his face impossibly red. Harry sits up and runs a hand through his messy hair.

"I...I am going to go downstairs and make you some breakfast, you can come with me or stay up here."

"Are you okay, by the way? Do you need anything?" Harry asks and Louis just nods, not wanting to trouble Harry with the soreness in his lower half.

"Okay. I'll see you in a bit." Harry says, leaning down to kiss Louis' forehead.

Harry first goes into his bathroom, brushes his teeth and when he reemerges he's wearing boxers and he looks a little more awake. Louis watches him leave the room and he smiles and then buries his head in Harry's pillows and blankets.

Louis really liked Harry, it seemed like every part of his being was intrigued by him and was attracted by him. He was a tiny bit worried though because he just wanted everything to go great and maybe a small part of him was afraid that Harry wouldn't be loyal and would go off and hook up with someone.