Beautiful Silent Boy [L.S]

I'll Look After You

(LOUIS POV)

I was abruptly awoken by a ball being slammed into the side of my head.

"The fuck?" I questioned groggily.

"Care for a game of footie love?" Harry asked.

I rolled over, blowing strands of hair out of my eyes and saw Harry bouncing up and down, a large smile plastered on his face. His curls were pulled back into a small bun on the top of his head and he had dug out a pair of my shorts from the dresser.

"Yeah sure," I huffed sarcastically, letting my head fall back to the pillow.

"Hwat fwime iz fwit?"

"Beg your pardon?" He asked.

I lifted my head from the pillow. "I said what time is it?"

"Oh," he pulled his phone out of his pocket. "7:30."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck Hazz it's too early," I pouted, putting my head back down and pulling the covers over my head.

"Ohhhhh no you don't," he said, ripping the covers away from me and tossing them over to the other side of the room.

"Gooooood morning. Good morning, it's time to seize the day. The sun is high and shining to make the darkness go awaaaaaaay," he sang, pulling open the blinds.

"Staaaaaaaaahp," I cried trying to shield the light out of my eyes.

"Oh stop being so grumpy. You passed out at like eight last night. That's eleven hours of sleep Mr. Tomlinson," he teased.

"Well excuse me but I'm a growing teenage boy and I NEED my beauty sleep."

"You're plenty pretty. Gemma will tell you that. Now c'moooooon."

"Haz you're whining like a toddler right now."

"Because I want you to come outside and play some football with me! Is that so much to ask of my boyfriend?"

"Maybe."

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fiiiiiiiine," I grumbled, and rolled out of bed, falling directly onto the floor.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Not as much as it does waking up this early," I sighed.

"Smart ass," he laughed, pulling me to my feet.

I made my way over to the dresser and pulled out a dry erase marker.

"Alright, getting up early, check."

I put a bright red slash mark through the board over the goal.

"See, it's working. You just have to be consistent," Harry smiled.

"I know, I know. I just hate getting up early. I'm clearly not a morning person."

"Would it help if I told you I made breakfast?"

I had already leapt down half a flight of stairs by the time he finished his statement.

"Somebody's hungry," Harry laughed.

I was already situated at the dining room table when he walked in. He brought me my cuppa and pulled a plate from the top of the counter.

"When did you wake up?" I asked, pulling the plastic wrap from the plate.

"5:30."

"5:30?!?" I yelped, choking on my tea.

"Yes. I always wake up that early. Why waste what little time we have when we can be awake and enjoying the beauty of the early morn' hours?"