mirrors (larry stylinson au)

8: and now it's clear as this promise

When Harry woke up, Louis was still asleep. Actually, knowing the boy, he would be asleep for some more hours.

Harry wasn't usually able to stay in bed for much longer after getting up. But he didn't want to wake Louis, who had his head resting on his chest and his legs knotted around his, up for anything in the world. He was too pure when he was asleep, and not even the naked back and the hickey he had under his jaw made him any less innocent or pure.

He started playing with Louis' hair absentmindedly, and the older boy stirred in his sleep, but didn't wake up. Harry smiled and held him tighter.

When Louis finally woke up, Harry's leg was starting to be numb, and the sun shone brightly, coming into the bedroom through the windows.

"Hey" said Harry softly. Louis closed his eyes again and nuzzled his shoulder.

"Hey" he answered, his voice rough from sleep, and bit his shoulder lightly.

"Hey!"

Louis giggled and moved until he was comfortable again.

"Have you been awake for long? What time is it even?"

"I don't know, a couple hours maybe..."

Louis laughed and stretched, sitting up on the bed.

"You are crazy, how are you able to wake up so early without alarms?"

Harry laughed, feeling cold where Louis had been, and grabbed his arm, pulling him back to bed.

"No Lou, you always take your time to get up after waking up and today you are going to run from me?"

Louis chuckled, moving until he was lying on top of Harry, and pecked his lips.

"OK. Let's stay in bed for some more time."

Harry pulled Louis' face toward his and kissed him, this time intensely.

"What were you saying yesterday night?"asked Louis. Harry kissed the side of his lips before answering.

"I said many things. What point of last night are you talking about exactly?"

Louis smiled and touched the tip of his nose to Harry's chin.

"Something about gravity, I recall."

Harry's cheeks turned pink, and he looked at Louis' eyes, embarrassed.

"Oh. That. It was something about how gravity had brought us together..."

Louis smiled, fondly, and kissed Harry's cheek.

"I'll let the gravity issues for you, physicist. I'll just say it seemed like destiny for me. It was like, like I was looking right at the other half of me ."

Harry's eyes were wide open, and all he could do was stare at Louis' serious, thoughtful, intense expression, and then mutter "I love you", right before sinking into Louis' arms and kissing him again. And again. And again.

...

Christmas was passing by faster than the boys wanted. Harry had gone to Louis' side on Christmas eve, Louis' birthday, for some hours before going back to his for the family dinner. He had given Louis his present there, in Louis' bedroom, after he had had lunch with Louis' family. Louis had been shocked when he saw Harry's gift: a book on Alan Rickman's theatre direction, which Louis loved instantly.

On new year's eve, they had dinner with their families, and they later went out on Harry's side, with some of his friends from Holmes Chapel. They didn't pay much attention to them though, they were more focused on each other.