That's Me In The Spotlight {The Jesus Fic}.

Chapter 22

For once, Louis woke up before Harry. He contemplated screaming Harry's name to rouse him, see how he liked being woken up too early for a change – but somehow Louis wound up simply propping himself up on one elbow as he gently played with Harry's curls, getting lost in thought.

He didn't just love Harry. He was fairly sure he was in love with him. He had never been in love before, so he didn't really know what to look for. But if this was it... Louis could definitely deal with that.

He didn't mind being in love with this quirky, sixteen-year-old boy with green eyes and an enormous smile and a dimple in his cheek. Louis definitely loved Harry's big dick and his plush lips and the way he looked good in absolutely anything he wore. He loved Harry's pale thighs too, the way he smelled after a long day, the way he tried to be good to everyone he came across, and almost always got it right. Louis also loved Harry's silly extra nipples and the shock that crossed his face when he felt he was about to come and he loved, loved, loved Harry's hair, soft and curled into spirals.

Harry shifted a little and breathed in, apparently waking up.“God knows how many hairs you've got, you know,” he mumbled.

Louis didn't even know what to say back. He just looked down at Harry, slowly waking up by his side. It seemed that between the gossip magazines and the tweets and the TV shows, the whole world got to see Harry. It was right, that a person like Harry was plastered across the country; he was wonderful, and he was beautiful.

Louis was the only one who got this Harry, though. The one with slow, tired eyes and ugly-messy hair and maybe morning breath or drool on his cheek or a pillow crease imprinted down the side of his face. Louis loved it all – and this Harry always woke up with a raging erection, which wasn’t the worst thing Louis had ever laid next to in bed.

“Seriously.” Harry's voice was a bit clearer, even though his eyes were still shut. “That's how much he loves you. He's counted the number of hairs on your head.”

“Me?” Louis asked. “Everyone,” Harry answered.

That was comforting, like a bit of pressure had been taken off Louis. He didn't believe in god but if there was one, Louis felt a little nervous about him knowing Louis so well.

“God knows everything.” Harry opened his eyes, looking at Louis. “And you don't even know that I love you.”

Louis' face wanted to split into an enormous smile, but he didn't let himself, not certain of what Harry was saying. He just kept his hand moving, winding one of Harry's ringlets around and around his finger.

“That's an interesting thought for first thing in the morning,” he commented, wondering if Harry wanted a way out from what he'd just said.

He didn't seem to. “I can't count the hairs on your head, but the least I could do is tell you.” “Tell me what?”

“That I love you,” Harry said, surprising Louis with how steady his voice still was. “More than I've ever loved anyone.”

Louis did let the giant smile erupt then, bowing down to rest his forehead against Harry's. “I think this is the best day of my life.”

Harry giggled and copied Louis' accent; “That's an interesting thought for first thing in the morning.” He rocked his head up to kiss Louis.

“Come on,” Louis reasoned. “I know it will be the best day. What could top hearing you say that?”

“Hearing you say it back, for starters,” Harry said pointedly. “I've said-”

“I've said-”

“Not in English,” Harry specified.Louis paused too long, and Harry gave a confident little, “Hah!”

“Hah nothing,” Louis said. “You listen to me Harry Styles, I am madly in love with you. No, wait – let me say your name properly and all; Hhh, arry.”