we aren't simple - l.s

Chapter 14

waking up in my t-shirt

Harry's POV
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I wake up to a very bright light shinning in my eyes. I don't recognize the room I am in when they first open. I feel someone arms wrapped tightly around my middle.

I look over worried to see someone I don't know and equally worried to see someone I do.

When I see the caramel coloured fringe and soft features of Louis' face I calm down slightly. Slowly the images of last night's events make there way back into my memory and I smile.

I am worried about what this means for us, I'm worried he doesn't feel the same as I do. But I am also worried he won't understand how I feel.

I really like Louis. Like a lot. He is the definition of prefect, his smile is infectious he lights up every room to the point where lights are no longer necessary. But at the same time I don't know if I like him romantically. Yet.

Keyword yet.

I know for a fact that I like him as a friend, and I definitely enjoyed what we were doing last night. But if he never wanted to be more than friends who occasionally got each other off I would be perfectly content.

At least for now. There is no doubt in my mind that I will eventually fall hopelessly and completely in love with him. I'm just not there yet.

I turn around, getting out of his death grip so I can look at him.

He is absolutely beautiful. The morning light is cascading from the window and shinning on his face. His eyes are softly closed, his eyelashes gently brushing his cheeks. I can see light freckles scattered across his perfect cheekbones and adorable button nose. And his lips, I wish he was awake so I could kiss him again. His lips are pink and puffy from last nights assault. They are slightly parted and breaths are coming out in warm puffs.

I prop myself up on an elbow and lean over. Gently resting the palm of my hand against his cheek, careful not to wake him. I see him stir and I begin to lazily run my thumb across is cheekbone.

His eyes open and I see the most brilliant shade of blue. For a moment I am dazed by there depth. This always happens when I look into his eyes.

"Good morning angel." I say quietly. He gives me a sleepy smile.

"Morning baby." His voice is deep and raspy from sleep, it makes me shiver.

His eyes scan over my body and I cannot help but feel a little self conscious. Even after last night and everything that we did, it was still dark. He couldn't really see me until now.

"Take a picture it will last longer." I say chuckling. Trying to calm myself under Louis gaze.

"Maybe I will." He gives me a cheeky smile and I can't help but laugh at how cute he is.

I remove my hand from his face and flop back down on the bed my, looking up at the ceiling. I hear Louis giggle and I look over at him.

He still has an adorable, slightly sleepy, incredibly cheeky smile on his face. He pulls me closer to him and brings a blanket up covering my lower half.

"Louis no." I say.

I can't stop the fond from dripping into my voice. I love the fact that the wants morning cuddles, but I have to get to the studio and I want him to come with me.

"Louis yes." He says, like a three year old.

We both giggle. We have been doing a lot of that recently.