Summary: "you won't ever be alone..."
He ignored the morning sun illuminating through the window's drapes. His phone was silent, leaving only the sound of soft snores coming from beside him. He ignored his obligations and all other commitments. His focus remained fixated on the boy beside him, the one with the odd, yet beautiful, disposition; and he watched and waited; not exactly waiting for the boy to awaken; but to remain peacefully asleep where Louis could watch him at his best, when Harry was content, dreaming of things and people. Dreaming of Louis, hopefully. And it only makes Louis wonder if that was it; if that was what his life was going to consist of for the next several years; if Harry was the beginning and the end. The thought alone is fearing, handing over your soul to someone, giving someone that power to either bring out the best you or drag you down to your worst. Oddly enough, it didn't scare Louis enough to leave. He wanted the good and the bad, wanted that raw emotion that only the two could evoke within each other's presence. He wanted the sleepless nights because Harry had a habit of sleeping wildly and snoring on the days he felt restless the most. He wanted the early mornings when Harry would intrude and awaken him with breakfast. He wanted those arguments that would test them, push them to the brink of curse words and statements of hatred, when they would almost give up, but magnetically come together again. Louis looked forward to the blaze they would spark and how untamed and out of control it would be, how each day would be something new and exciting; and most of all, Louis looked forward to that moment when Harry would remain, unconditionally.
"Lou, stop staring and go back to sleep," Harry groggily stated, slightly tossing and turning until he was asleep again. Louis blushed profoundly, quickly burying himself under the duvet.
