Fighting For Love

Chapter 1

Louis POV

I awoke to intwined legs, heavy breathing and a mass of unruly curls tickling my shoulder. It had been several years now since I had been the 'big spoon' but even so, Harry still enjoyed to snuggle into the crook of my neck while we slept. A habit which we both had gotten use to over time.
I enjoyed mornings like this, snuggled up in bed, with Harry's big arms wrapped around me. It felt warm and to some extent safe, safe from the media and safe from management. It was just us and nothing could break that, nothing other then my phone ugghhh! My text message tone interrupted the sweet serenity of the morning. "Hazz, Harry, wake up!" I whispered. "Mmmmm what" he grumbled back in a low raspy voice. "Harry I can't reach my phone you've got your arms around me!" I whispered back, more violently this time. He increased his grip on me, pulling me closer to his chest. He snorted and a smug smile crossed his face. "Harry if you've got me in a death grip how the hell am I meant to get the phone" I said, now done with the whispering. I began squirming franticly in his arms "Harry" I whined. I hated it when he was like this, using his height and strength to dominate in the relationship. Obviously I was the one who 'wore the pants' in the relationship as I couldn't stand not being in charge, but there are certain situations, like this one, where Harry took charge. It annoyed me and he knew it, judging by the smirk plastered on his face. "Okay then" I said stopping my struggle. "Good" he replied resting his head on my shoulder. "Tricked you!" I yelled suddenly lurching forward out of his grasp. "Louuuu!" he grumbled rolling over so he was no longer facing me. "Oh don't be like that Harold" I said with a laugh. His childish behaviour always amused me. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it with a sigh. "Who's been texting you at this hour of the morning?" Harry asked. I sighed again. "Management" we said in unison.