Sunday mornings are usually filled with stolen kisses and whispers.
Sat on the couch harry firmly had his arm around his sleeping angel while his head was in his lap. Small snores could be heard coming from the older mans lips making harry smile and watch him sleep. One of Harry's favorite activities is to watch louis sleep. To hear his little incoherent mumbles and to see him stir. His fingers now running through Louis hair brushing it behind his ear with the softest touch. The sleeping boy swatted his hand away and turned on his side to snuggle up to Harry's stomach while letting out a large breathe. He cuddled up into a ball managing to fit his whole body, well most of it, in Harry's lap. By this time it was 9 am, time to get up and make breakfast so harry began to wake his lover up. "Louuuuuu wake uppp" harry called softly. This had no results on him. "Louis it's time for breakfast" he said a little louder managing to get a slight movement out of the boy. After 2 more failed attempts harry finally gave up and started to kiss his face. One kiss on his forehead, one kiss on his checks, nose, jaw, and since he got no response he gave up and sighed in defeat. Just as the younger boy was going to pull out from underneath Louis he heard a muffled "don't stop kissing me I like it". Harry quickly obliged and began to kiss Louis face everywhere but this time faster, getting a giggle from Louis. Louis now awake, finally opened his eyes using his hands to rub them making harry awe. "What are you in awe of you freak" he said. "You look like a little kitten" harry replied ready for the punch he knows will get thrown. "I am not a kitten I am a lion. Rawr" with his adorable morning voice and a yawn at the end making it just a thousand times cuter. "Whatever you say kitten" harry chuckled leaning down to kiss Louis lips for the first time that day. "You can't kiss me I have stinky breath!" Louis scolded making harry lean down faster while saying "oh just kiss me you fool" connecting their lips even if their breaths weren't the best at the moment.
Sunday mornings are spent between the two in their own little world.
