Burning Skies » larry

Chapter 32

A few days after Harry had finally settled back into the swing of things, Niall suggested that they all went out to eat and hangout. When Harry immediately said yes, Louis let himself be excited. After what felt like weeks of stress and worry during Harry's disappearance, a mundane, casual hangout with friends seemed to be the perfect solution.

It was currently eight in the morning, weak sunlight pouring in through the window. Louis woke up with his face in Harry's hair, his chest pressed to Harry's back. Sighing in content, Louis pulled the boy closer to him, massaging small circles on his tummy. He leaned against his arm as he watched Harry, his face calm and young, eyelashes dark against his pale face. Louis caressed his cheek, noting how cold his skin always felt and feeling the urge to warm up every inch of him.

Louis pressed light kisses to his face—on his eyelids, the corners of his mouth, his cheeks, his temples. It didn't take long until Harry began stirring, his eyes slowly opening and blinking up at Louis.

Louis smiled fondly. "Good morning, love."

"Mornin'," Harry mumbled, smiling softly.

"Did you sleep alright?"

"Yes. I always feel like I'm sleeping on the clouds when you're next to me." Harry said, turning on his side to wrap his arm around Louis' waist. Louis brought his hand up to his tousled curls and softly scratched at his scalp.

"So do I, baby. I can't complain when there's an angel at my side." Louis said.

Harry snorted. "Angel, huh?"

"Of course. You've got the doe eyes and the curly locks."

"Is that how angels look?" Harry asked, amused.

"Yes. I'm an expert here so you should just take my word for it." Louis said.

Harry giggled against his shoulder. "Of course, Lou. I'd believe anything that comes out of your wonderful mouth, honestly."

"You would, wouldn't you?" Louis raised an eyebrow. "That's a bit dangerous, don't you think?"

"No it isn't." Harry said without missing a beat. "You'll only ever tell me things for my own good. I don't think you'll ever lie to me either."

Louis' chest tightened at the amount of trust in Harry's words. While Louis was certain he would rather jump off a cliff before ever knowingly bringing Harry to harm, it was different hearing it coming from Harry.

Louis didn't know what to say so he just leaned down for a close mouthed kiss. He pulled away after a second, his smile widening when he saw Harry staring back at him with twinkling eyes.

"I'm going to make us some breakfast," Louis said, sitting up. "Would you like me to bring you breakfast in bed?"

"Thanks for offering, but I think I'd like to get up now, actually." Harry said shyly.

"Right. I forgot you were a morning person and not a lazy person like myself who would sleep in until noon if he could." Louis said, swinging his legs over the bed and standing up.

Harry laughed. "Don't be so hard on yourself. We all have different body clocks and stuff. Nothing wrong with that."

Louis took Harry's wrists and gently pulled him off the bed. "Whatever you say, darling."

They ended up both cooking breakfast, making sure that there was enough for everyone especially since Niall would most definitely get up after smelling the bacon and eggs. Harry took charge of the frying while Louis prepared coffee and toast. Just as they were setting up the table, a sleep-rumpled Niall came walking in.