Habit // l.s

3. Strong

1:32 a.m.

"Beautiful." Harry cooed in awe, laying on Louis' soft hotel bed.

After the kiss, Louis let Harry look at his notebook... Well, after about 10 minutes of the curly haired boys pleading. No matter how hard Louis tried, he just couldn't say no to that gorgeous face.

Louis let out a muffled whine.

Harry's eyes darted up from the notebook to see the older boy on the other side of the room, his hands buried in his face.

"Don't be embarrassed." Harry frowned, throwing a pillow at Louis.

Louis lifted his head up to gaze at the younger boys crisp, green eyes.

"I'm just not used to it, you know? You reading my lyrics."

Harry sighed, "come here."

The small boy stood up with a frown and made his way over to the stunning boy, laying on his bed.

Harry sat up and reached his arms out, welcoming Louis.

"Come here, Boobear."

"Don't call me that!" Louis whined, playfully.

Harry grabbed the older boy by the shirt and pulled him onto the bed. Louis flopped down, his top half on Harry and his legs sticking off the bed.

Louis turned on his back, so his eyes could gaze at Harry's impeccable features.

"Boobear fits you, Lou."

"No, it really doesn't."

Harry's hands fluffed Louis' hair. "Yes it does. You're cute and cuddly, just like a teddy bear."

Louis pouted at Harry's comment. "I'm not cute, I'm a badass."

Harry just laughed and went back to reading Louis' lyrics.

The older boy found his hands tracing lines up and down Harry's large, fit arm.

Louis thought Harry was perfect. From his curly hair to his one profound dimple, Louis thought Harry was gorgeous. So much so that he was almost jealous. How could one human being be this...perfect?!?

Louis' thoughts were stopped when he heard a sniffle come from the younger boy. Louis sat up and leaned towards Harry, brushing a stray hair from Harry's face.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Harry let out a chocked giggle.

"No, no it's not-I'm not, nothings wrong."

"Then why are you crying?"

Harry cleared his throat before saying, "I'm sorry if I say, I need you. But I don't care I'm not scared of love. 'Cause when I'm not with him I'm weaker. Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong that he makes me strong?"

"Oh..." Louis whispered.

"Is that...Is that really about me?" Harry asked, with tears still in his eyes.

"It really is."

Louis gazed into the younger boys eyes with a grin on his face. What Harry had just read was one of the older boys newest songs, not to mention it was his favorite. He no longer felt ashamed, he was happy that Harry loved his lyrics.

"God. It's beautiful. I mean, I don't even-" Harry cut himself off when he let out another sniffle.

"I'm speechless. You're just...wow."

Harry's eyes were locked on Louis, filled with wonder.

Louis placed his hand on Harry's cheek, leaning in for a kiss. Their eyes remained locked on each other, until they heard a clicking noise.

Both boys were immediately filled with panic as they heard the familiar voice of their bandmate, Niall.

"Louis, do you have any Tylenol, my head is killing-"

The boys tried to move, but it was too late. Niall had seen them laying with each other, holding each other, and almost kissing each other.

Niall practically jumped out of his skin. His face filled with a deep red.

"Oh! Uh, oops. Sorry I just-"

"Fuck. Niall-"

Louis sighed with frustration as he jumped off the bed and made his way towards the blonde haired boy.

"Look, Niall-"

Nialls face was still the color of a tomato, clearly shocked at what he had just walked into. He didn't know what to say. He knew the two boys were close, but he wasn't expecting they would be that close. Not that it bothered him of course.

Harry was still on the bed, Louis' notebook in hand. He was surprisingly calm.

The younger boy let out a low, quiet chuckle.

"You really need to learn how to lock your door, Louis."

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Sorry for a short chapter.
I hope you enjoyed anyway! :)
Chapter four will be out soon!
-Willow:)