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Chapter 29

Louis' pov.

The first thing I'm met with when I open my eyes is a butterfly and a strong head ache. The butterfly isn't alive, but it is moving. It's slowly rising and falling along with the breaths Harry takes, almost as if it's fluttering it's wings to the rhythm of Harry's working lungs. When I go to look up, I notice that there's pillows over both of our heads for some reason. The pillows block out most of the sunlight, which I'm so thankful for.

"Lou?" Is whispered from above me. I shift upwards until my face is directly in front of Harry's, a small smile already gracing his lips.

"How did you know I was awake?" I mutter, sliding my hand under the pillow to rub it against my eye socket, trying to rid the sleep from them.

"I felt your eye lashes move up, and your breathing quickened right after," He answers sheepishly, an embarrassed pink color tinting the tops of his cheeks.

"I can't decide if that's cute or creepy," I answer, both of us chuckling lightly. He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. I take notice of the extra weight pressed into my leg, but decide not to ruin the sweet moment we're sharing by calling out his boner.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, his hand rubbing along the span of my arm in a soothing gesture.

"Fine, but you're breath is killing me," I grin, watching as his cheeks begin to turn pink again. 

"It's the morning, you asshole!" He whines, moving his head away from me. "Yours reeks too!"

I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him back to me. His eyes are closed, a pout pulling his lips down slightly. "Oh, c'mon, Harry. Don't be childish."

He huffs, obviously not giving in. I decide to take matters into my own hands, quite literally, as I drag my finger tips down his torso, down his abdomen, and along his happy trail until they're at the waist band of his briefs.

"Lou - Lou, what are you doing?" He hisses, but keeps his eyes closed. I don't reply as I slip my hand underneath the elastic and into the warmth. I watch as his mouth pops open, a soft moan escaping his lips as my hand traces along his semi-hard length.

"Are you going to open your eyes yet, baby?" I mutter, my lips pressed to the shell of his ear. He groans, but doesn't reply, so I tighten my grip around him.

"Oh god - Louis, please," He nearly whines, his chest rising and falling much quicker now that he's being touched the way he wants. I smirk, gliding my lips along the span of his neck, litering it with wet kisses. I keep my hand steady and don't move it as I turn him so he's laying on his back. I slide down his body, my tongue darting out against his warm chest and abdomen, leaving him a panting, needy mess above me.

I disappear underneath the blanket, blocking my view of his beautiful face. He attempts to move the duvet, but I quickly pull it back up, keeping my actions a mystery to him. It's kinky this way, and I know it's driving him wild that he doesn't know what I'm going to do next.

I move my hand and bring it up, my fingers curling underneath the band of his briefs. He lifts his hips slightly, allowing me to slide the material down his legs and off of his body, tossing them to the side.

He's completely hard now, curving upward and resting against his lower abdomen. I place my hands on his hips, pressing my fingers into his warm skin to hold him down when he raises his hips in anticipation. I fan my breath out across him, relishing in the way it makes him shiver. 

When I finally decide to stop teasing him and press the flat of my tongue at the base, I hear him groan from above me. It's muffled, but it's loud, indicating that he's using the pillow to cover his face. I drag my tongue all the way up his warm length until the very tip, twirling my tongue around the head, causing him to groan again.