High Walls// LS

Chapter 7- Louis

Chapter 7 (Louis POV)

The morning sun and a pounding in my head earn a groan from me as I start to wake up. I definitely shouldn't have drank as much as I did last night. 

A soft snore comes from my right and reminds me of the handsome boy in my bed. I remember our talk from last night and feel my heart swell with emotion. Even now, with half of his face buried into the pillow and a bit of drool on the side of his mouth, Harry is still the most beautiful person I've ever seen. 

I had no idea that he had felt the same way I had about our break up. I don't understand why we even went through it if it caused us both this much pain. My eyes start to water as I think about the 6 years we had wasted without one another.

Damn, this boy makes me such an emotional mess. I turn my body towards his and softly run my fingers through his hair. Even if nothing happened last night, I am just thankful to wake up with him next to me. It's been way too long, but yet it still feels so normal. 

I continue to mess with his hair and he slowly opens his green eyes to meet mine. As soon as our eyes meet, a cheeky grin appears on his sleepy face which causes his dimples to pop out.

I pull my hand out of his hair and poke one of them before saying "Good morning, Harry"

"Good morning, Lou" he replies, his voice sounding even more sexy and deep than usual. My eyes widen and a blush spreads across my cheeks. I hope he doesn't notice the impact that he just had on me. I readjust myself in the hopes of avoiding an awkward situation this early in the morning. I need help; the only thing the boy did was greet me and I can't stop myself from getting hard. 

I roll over onto my stomach, with my face still facing his, in order to hide this from him. His lifts one of his hands and places it on my back. I close my eyes as I feel the light scratches and sigh in contentment. He continues to scratch my back and starts lightly humming a tune to a song I know all too well. 

I crack a smile and sing the chorus back to him, "and I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if I do it's you. It's you, they add up to. I'm in love with you and all these little things." 

Opening my eyes to meet his once again, I notice a look in his eyes which I can't read. I used to know all his looks, and I used to be able to read him so easily. Now, it's difficult again. Nervous thoughts fill my brain as I think about the possibility that we may never be the same people we once were. He may never love me the same again, due to the fact that I now come with another little human. 

Another smile appears on my face as I think about the possibility of raising Freddie with Harry. He'd be such a good father to him, and Freddie already talks about "Uncle Haz" as if he knows him. We could even adopt another kid and have our own little family. 

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asks me, brushing a piece of messy hair off of my face. 

I laugh softly at his actions and answer him, "Nothing really. Just thinking about how much I missed this."

He smiles at my response and sits up in bed before asking me if I'd like him to make some breakfast. 

"I'm not sure how much we have in the little kitchen, but if you can find something to make then I'd love that." I turn around and sit up next to him. My eyes trace his perfect body and I try to etch it into my memory. He lifts my chin with a smirk on his face. 

Leaning in, he presses his soft lips to my nose and I feel myself blush again. "I'll go see what we have then," he says before getting up and walking into the living room of our suite.