The Artist

7.

Louis rubbed his eyes as the early morning sun crept through the blinds. He tried to roll off the bed, but he couldn't move his legs. His chest was covered in a mess of dark curls and a tiny bit of drool. His legs were tangled with more legs, and inked arms were wrapped aroung his body. "Good morning."

Harry turned and lifted up his head, wiping the slobber from the corner of his mouth. "Morning. What happened last night?"

"You mean you don't remember?" Harry laughed. Of course he remembered what happened. He made love to Louis like it was his last day on Earth. And he loved every bit of it.

Louis crawled into Harry's lap and cuddled him. Harry held him and stroked his wispy hair. They sat like that for almost an hour. Just in silence. When the alarm started to blast, Louis jumped from Harry's grip and ran to the closet.

"We have to get ready! I'm taking you in today, remember?" Harry nodded and climbed out of bed. When he let go of the sheet, Louis saw that he was completely naked. Even he at least put some boxers on before he went back to bed. But he couldn't help but watch as his perfect bare body waltzed across the room to find his clothes.

"It's kinda funny, I've been wearing the same damn thing for three days and sharing your underwear. Wanna let me at least borrow a shirt that smells like something hasn't died?" Harry teased. Louis rolled his eyes and went through his closet to find a shirt that would most likely fit Harry. He found a plain green t-shirt and tossed it into Harry's hands.

Again, as Harry stood there still bare except for the shirt he was pulling over his head, Louis gawked and stared at his perfection. He remembered how that perfect body had corrupted his hours earlier and how it felt so right. His tiny form fit perfectly under Harry's much bigger body and he couldn't forget his hands.

Oh, God, those hands...They fell over his skin in his mind and he remembered how soft his touch was. When his hands twisted in his hair, or when they left his shoulders to slide to his hips and below.

Harry cleared his throat and brought Louis out of his daydream. "Hmm?" Louis looked around the room. Harry was already fully clothed and resting on the bed while Louis stood there acting like a fool. A lovestruck fool. He finished getting himself ready just in time to make it to the shop right at the opening hour.

He and Harry climbed out of the car and walked into the coffee house, which was covered with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Louis peeked his head over the counter that was piled with machines. Eleanor was the first one here. Again.

"Hey, El." As if he had rung a bell, Eleanor popped up at the counter at lightning speed.

"Louis, hurry up. We're about to open." He nodded. That's kinda why he was there. Sort of.

He motioned to Harry to go and find a seat in the back. Harry did as he was told and sat in the corner where he and Louis had first met. What a romantic, Louis swooned. He turned back to El when he knew he could talk business.

"I need to hire Harry." El looked up with a raised eyebrow and a grimace on her face. Louis was pulling on his apron when she finally decided to speak.

"Who's Harry? Are you sure we even need anymore employees?"

Louis turned his back to her. She was going to do anything in her power to prevent anyone but the two of them from working here. "I don't care what you say, I'm hiring him. I'm gonna be the one to train him. He just needs a part-time job until he can get back on his feet, okay?"

Eleanor started to open her mouth but Louis continued. "And I don't want to hear any of your bitching and complaining. Got it?" Eleanor shut her lips and walked back to the opposite counter. Louis knew he'd done good. He gave himself a pat on the shoulder and walked out to get Harry.