They say opposites attract.

Chapter 22

"Harry?" He heard a voice whisper. "Harry? Are you awake?" He was awake, well, at least he thought he was. He could hear the person and their movements but he couldn't gather the strength to open his eyes or even move for that matter. "Ugh, he fell asleep. Great." He now recognised the voice as Louis'. He heard Louis shuffle around the bed, moving something. Then he grabbed Harry and lay him down to sleeping position. "How the fuck did you fall asleep in this position." He heard Louis mumble to, well, himself.

Once Harry was laid down properly, Louis covered himself with the duvet and lay down facing Harry. Harry could feel Louis' breath on his face. They were close- he could tell. But they weren't touching. He almost clinched when he felt a hand run through his hair. Followed by a "Goodnight, Harry." That's all he heard before allowing sleep to consume him once again.

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Harry fluttered his eyes open. The room was dark but there was a bit of light coming in from the window, only a bit though since it was covered with curtains and the only part allowing light in was the area where the curtain wasn't covering the window.

Harry let his eyes wander to Louis' face. It's then that he realised that Louis' legs were tangled in his and that Harry's arms were draped around Louis' body. Harry didn't have time to change their position because Louis fluttered his eyes open, rubbing his eyes in the process.

'G'morning." Louis mumbled, still not aware of their position. "Have you been staring at me?" Louis asked groggily. Harry had to admit, his morning voice was so fucking attractive. Harry thought he was being serious at first but the smirk that appeared on his face calmed Harry down.

"No you idiot. I just woke up." Harry explained, smile on his face.

"Oh? You happened to wake up 3 seconds before I did?" Louis questioned, large smile on his face. Harry shoved Louis away, not able to stop the smile that appeared on his face. He was kind of glad Louis said that cause he then had an excuse to shove Louis away before things got awkward.

"You wish I'd been staring at you." Harry remarked, sticking his tongue out at Louis.

"I don't have to wish for that love, you always stare at me regardless." Louis replied, smirk on his face.

"Don't mistake it for anything- whenever I'd been looking at you, I would be wishing the roof would fall on your head." Harry answered, once that came out of his mouth he was scared Louis would get mad- but Louis' smile only got bigger.

"And when you're looking at my ass? What then?" It was that remark that tinted Harry's cheeks. He didn't know what to say to that- he had indeed stared at Louis' ass on multiple occasions. But could he be blamed?

Louis' smile was now from ear to ear, waiting for Harry to respond.

"I can't really be blamed for that. Your ass takes up the whole room, there's nowhere else to look." Harry chose to say. Louis swatted him, chuckling lightly.

"Oh so that explains why you'd be checking it out, right?" Hardy groaned, he knows he'd been caught and he didn't know what to say to defend himself.

"Look Louis- you have a nice arse it's hard not to check it out." Harry replied honestly, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm not calling you out or anything- I'm just telling you to be a bit subtle next time." It was then that Harry realised he'd been oblivious. Every time he'd stare, a smirk would play on Louis' lips and he'd movie his hips as he walked.

"But see, if I were a bit more subtle, you wouldn't swerve your hips as you walked." It was Harry's turn to smirk and Louis' to blush.

"Just giving you the show you so obviously need." Louis shrugged and Harry laughed.