Amnesia

When

"Hey baby." Harry mumbled into Louis shoulder, lifting up and pecking Louis nose. Louis rolled over in his sleep, arm resting under his pillow as he groaned softly. A fond smile grew across Harry's lips as he pressed down onto Louis, his large body seeming to engulf Louis' smaller one.

"Do we have Uni today?" Louis question, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he blinked them open slowly. Harry shook his head, leaning down so his curls brushed purposefully against louis bare chest. A small giggle rose from Louis chest as Harry kissed his way from his bellybutton to his neck.

"It's Sunday and I'm getting my hair cut by Luke today. You're coming with me okay?" Harry laughed as Louis pushed his head away in displeasure.

"Can we go out for breakfast. Or I'm not coming. People say your cooking's good but they're lying." Louis urged as Harry let out a high pitched groan. He contemplated it for a minute before nodding slowly. Louis smirked up at him, rolling onto his back as Harry straddled him quickly, lying down and squashing Louis beneath him.

"I'm on a budget though so please don't order some shitty high-class mocha-latte crap again!" Pleaded Harry as Louis cackled with laughter beneath him.

"It's a little bit impossible to order a high-class mocha-latte but yes, I will even go off the kids menu if it need be." Agreed Louis as he searched around for his sweater. Reaching down beside the bed Harry picked up his old Rolling Stones sweater and helped Louis pull it effortlessly over his head.

"Yeah, you got satin shoes

Yeah, you got plastic boots

Y'all got cocaine eyes

Yeah, you got speed-freak jive." The lyrics from Can't You Hear Me Knocking rolling effortlessly off Harry's tongue as Louis joined in somewhere around the word boots. They harmonised accidentally, Harry's mature tone meeting Louis' own harsher one. Harry shut his eyes softly, holding Louis close as he hummed the rest of the song into Louis hair.

"I love you, baby." Was whispered softly into Louis hair as Harry rocked him from side to side, the warm sun peeking in through the curtains. Louis nodded, make sweater paws as he stroked Harry's broad shoulders, feeling every little bump, scar and muscle flex.

"We have to go to breakfast." Louis urged, hands resting on Harrys hips. He pressed a quick kiss to his chest before he was pushing against Harry. Harry only hugged him harder repeating the phrase "I love you, I love you, I love you" almost like a mantra that would hurt someone if he stopped.

"Yeah, I know you do but now you're hurting me a little bit and I'm hungry." Louis pressed, straining his voice dramatically as Harry released him, giving him a swift kiss on the lips before he was rolling naked off the bed. Harry landed with a thud, knocking his head against the bedside table as Louis shook with laughter from the bed. He stood up quickly.

"That only hurt a little bit." Harry assured, reaching down to pull on a pair of boxers. He tripped slightly as he pulled them up, ending up on the floor again. The waistband hit his hips with a snap, lovehandles flowing out the top as he threw a pair of boxers at Louis who threw them back childishly.

"Might free-ball it today. These babies need some time to breathe." He smirked, lifting the sheets up and pulling the sweater down as he climbed out of bed. A small snort left Harry as he folded the boxers back up neatly, handing his boyfriend a pair of basketball shorts instead. Louis pulled them on quickly, adjusting himself under the pants before he paced over to Harry, pulling his hips in. His nails scratched up and down Harry's back as Harry's arms rested like limp noddles beside him. Harry's chest heaved slightly as he pressed a small kiss to the top of Louis head.

"Blue or red?"

"Um... Red." Louis replied, reaching behind himself and feeling for Harry's red flannel.

"You know me very well, Mr Tomlinson." Harry laughed as Louis detached and passed the shirt to Harry who accepted it gratefully.

"Indeed I do, Mr Styles." Louis smiled, helping Harry button up the top to the third last button, allowing Harry's chest to show. Louis' fingers brushed the cigarette burn scars across Harry' shoulders, feeling the small dented scars. A sigh left Harrys pink lips as he shook his head, buttoning up the second last button so the shirt wouldn't slip off his shoulders at all.

"Don't make it one of those days. Okay Louis?" Harry mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to Louis fingertips as he stepped into a hair of shorts and pulled his shoes on. Louis nodded calmly, eyes still skittering towards Harry's shoulders as Harry pulled on his coat and Louis pulled on his shirt, taking Louis hand as he grabbed his wallet.

"Let's be off then." Laughed Louis as he pulled open the front door, letting Harry out first as he shut the door behind himself.