There is this warm place between the soft hums of bolsters and the fluttering eyelashes of laughter that Louis likes to call home. It is filled with delicate touches, and light colours, and sweet smells that wrap around him, constantly murmuring that this is exactly where he is suppose to be. It's chocolate curls, creamy skin, and lips like strawberry milk.
Harry's soft curls are tickling his neck, and his head is heavy against Louis' chest. Faint breaths brush over his collarbones, he is sleeping soundly. Harry's legs tucked in, and tangled with his own, and the blankets are supple to their skin. Louis watches him sleep; his eyelids flit, and his nose twitches, and a little noise slips from his mouth and into the early morning air.
Louis smiles, runs his thumb over the boys cheek, and shifts so he is on his side and can pull him in closer.
(He kisses his lips softly even though they are cracked.
There is no symbolism in it, just love.)
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All You Are is What I Need (Larry BoyxBoy) Book 2
Fanfictionor the strawberry milk sequel; where harry still needs help, louis' trying to give it to him, liam rents a van, zayns a bit protective of his best mate, and nialls there to tie it all together. Book 2 of Strawberry Milk Series
