We'll Make it as a Quintette (on hold)

Chapter 7: New Days New Troubles

~LOUIS' POV.~

I wake up and Harry is still sleeping. I lay there and watch him as he inhales and exhales deeply. He's really pretty when he sleeps, given that he's pretty all the time but there's something about him when he's sleeping. I shift a bit and try to wriggle out of his grasp, he has the reflexes when he's sleeping so if you try to take something away from him all he does is hold on tighter. So it happens to me a lot, I wake up and try to break free of his grasp but he pulls me in closer. I try to get up again and Harry stirs. His eyes open, "Morning Haz," I say.

"Morning Lou," he replies in his deep, raspy morning voice.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your morning voice?" I ask and peck his nose.

"You only tell me about every morning," he smiles, I kiss him.

I break the kiss, "Can I, perhaps, get out?" I ask as I poke his arm. He shakes his head and pulls me closer, "C'mon Haz, I wanna go into the kitchen, I think the others are up because I hear talking and clanging and I smell food," I say and I press my palms down on his arm and try to wriggle free.

"Fine," Harry huffs, he lets go and I go into his closest. I grab a pair of my boxers and one of his favourite shirts that he likes to wear a lot so most of the fans will recognise it as his. I change my boxers and my shirt and I squeeze into a pair of black skinny jeans form my clothing pile. I enter Harry's bedroom and he's sitting on the bed facing the closet smirking a little, tongue playing with his inner lower lip, dimples showing, and a little extra redness in his cheeks with the blankets over his lap. Harry removes the blankets from his lap, "Don't say anything," he says, blushing a little more. He's sporting a hard-on.

I giggle, I can't help myself, I smirk and raise my eyebrows, "Have a nice dream?" I ask.

Harry pushes himself off the bed, "Yep," he says, he walks over to me and pulls me in for a quick kiss and sees that I'm wearing one of his favourite shirts, "Hey I was going to wear that today," he says and he pulls his lips into a pout.

I kiss his lips briefly, "Sorry Haz," I think for a moment, "You wanna wear one of my sweaters?"

"Fine," Harry huffs, trying to sound disappointed, but failing and bubbling with excitement.

He goes into his closest and I got out into he hall. The door to my room is ajar so I enter, I go to my closet and rummage through my clothes. I find this one knit sweater that I like and it's really big for me, so it should fit Harry well. I go back to Harry's room but the door is shut so I knock, "Come in," Harry says. I open the door and he's standing there naked, smirking.

I throw my sweater at him, "Here's a sweater," I say, he looks my body over and I leave the room a little flustered. I walk down the hall and my pants start to slide down a little so I hoist them up. I enter the kitchen and I'm greeted by Liam cooking food and Niall, Zayn, and Perrie all sitting at the island. Zayn and Perrie are eating scrambled eggs Niall is sitting there, knife and fork in his hands, looking hungry.

"Morning Lou, hope you don't mind I'm making breakfast, we were all up and hungry and we weren't sure what state you and Harry where in and we didn't really want to find out," Liam says, looking up from the stove.

"I don't mind, not at all," I adjust my pants again and take a seat next to Niall, because like the rest of the flat the island is large enough to fit five grown men.

"Speaking of Harry, is he still asleep?" Liam asks.

"No, he's getting dressed." I say, "He should be on his way. If he where still asleep I'd be right next to him either trying not to wake him or trying to break free of his grasp but failing miserably." I feel a strong pair of arms covered in a knit sweater come over my shoulders and hug me from behind. I look up and see Harry, he kisses me and I look back at Liam.