When He Came Home From New York (L.S)

Part nine: in which Harry and Louis are going to New York

It's still dark. I seriously think I could murder my alarm sometimes. Especially today. Louis is still sound asleep. I switch off my alarm. I set it a little early, 4:45am, so I crawl back under the covers. I lay my head on Louis' chest. His tummy rises and falls as he takes low, deep breaths. His heartbeat is a little off, a little quicker than usual. I look up to see his face. His brows are furrowed, mouth slightly open and eyelashes draped across his rosy cheeks. This usually happens when he has a bad dream. He's had a lot of those lately. Ever since New York. I brush his fringe away from his eyes and softly cup his jaw. He seems to relax into my touch. His heartbeat slows and the wrinkles between his brows fade. He's so beautiful when he sleeps. Our flight leaves in just over an hour and a half. It doesn't take long for us to get to the airport and we packed last night. Well, we packed among other things. When he told me he needed to go back to New York, I respected his wishes. I didn't offer to go with him, he usually prefers to do these sorts of things by himself, but when he asked me to go of course I said yes. I'd do anything for him, anything. I booked our jet for the following Saturday, today. I'm not sure if he's arranged to meet with her yet, but whenever it is I'll be there to support him. We're staying with Niall. God knows why he's there, more importantly why he suddenly has a house in New York, but I'm not complaining. I'd prefer staying with him over a hotel any day. I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't even realise Louis has woken up. "Good morning my love." he says with a soft, sleepy smile. Oh god his morning voice is so sexy. His everything is so sexy. He glances at the clock and I think he reads my mind. "No Harold we do not have time for a quickie!" He says with a smirk. I roll my eyes and throw back the covers. He hisses when the cold air hits his bare skin. We didn't bother putting clothes on again last night. Like I said, packing amongst other things. "C'mon, I'll make us tea before we go." I say before leaning down to kiss him. I linger just a little longer than usual before hurrying down stairs. I could just see his face, all flustered and blushy. I love teasing him. He always gets annoyed with me after a while but usually it makes for a better time in bed. I fill the kettle with water and set it down on the stove. I fire up the gas and watch the flame flicker to life underneath. I place two cups on the counter with a tea bag in each; Yorkshire tea for Louis and green tea for me. He appears a moment later at the bottom of the stairs. He's wrapped himself in our sheets and he looks so small. His golden skin contrasts perfectly with the pale satin that he's drowning in. I can't resist. I walk over and snake my arms around his neck. I kiss him gently but it soon gets heated. He runs his tongue over my bottom lip and instinctively I grant him entrance. I love the way he tastes. We kiss lazily for a few minutes until I hear the kettle begin to whistle. I detach myself from him and pour our tea. I turn back to find he's now thrown the sheet over his head and is dancing around the kitchen. "Woooo! I'm a ghost!" He says in his best spooky voice. I burst into laughter. "Well would the ghost like to get the milk out of the fridge so I can make him his cup of tea?" He crosses over to the fridge, only crashing into the cabinets once. He hands me the milk and I pour a splash into his cup. He has a very specific way he takes his tea and I made an effort to memorise it the day that I met him. Now he says I make it even better than he does. I place the cup of steaming liquid down in front of him. He takes a huge gulp and spits it out straight away back into the cup. "Bloody hell that's hot!" He exclaims with his tongue hanging out of his mouth like a puppy. "Well duh! It just came off the stove! Why don't we get dressed and give our tea a chance to cool." He smiles and takes his hand in mine. I wrap my arms around him and bury my head into his neck. He says I'm always extra cuddly in the mornings. I know that it's only with him. We walk up the stairs and back to our bedroom. I slump on the bed. He throws me a pair soft, stone coloured linen pants and a white shirt that I'd laid out the night before. He slides on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. "What time are we leaving?" He asks as he runs his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame his tousled locks. "In about half an hour. Any last minute things you need to throw into your suitcase?" I say as I take the hair tie that's somehow ended up on his wrist, (it always does) and tie up my hair into a bun. "Can I pack you in my suitcase?" He says with a smirk as he crosses over to where I'm standing in front of the mirror. He stands on his tiptoes and I giggle when he places a kiss on my cheek. He looks at us in the mirror. "My handsome boy." He says, adjusting my necklace so it hangs in front of my shirt. It's the one with the green cross. He bought it for me because he said it matched my eyes. "C'mon, tea's getting cold." he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. I follow behind him and we go out to sit on the balcony. The sun is just beginning to peak over the trees and it casts a golden glow over everything. I pick a peach from one of the branches that hangs over the balcony and take a bite of it's sweet flesh. I pass it to Louis and he takes a bite too. "So," he mumbled with his mouth full, "you excited to see Niall?" I can tell by the way he's fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie that he's trying to avoid the question he really wants to ask. "Lou?" I say raising my eyebrows just a tad. I reach out over the table and give his hand a squeeze. He sighs and takes a sip of his tea. "Are you sure you're okay about coming with me? About seeing her? Because if you don't want to I-"
"Lou," I cut in before he can say anything more, "I want to come with you. You're always the one keeping me safe so now it's my turn, m'kay?"
"M'kay." He says with a small smile. "Our car's gonna be here soon, we should get ready." I say, gathering up our empty mugs. "Harry?" Louis calls after me. I stop and turn to him. "I love you."
"I love you too Lou." I say fondly. And I mean it. I really mean it.

A/N: In case you didn't guess, this is in Harry's POV. I like writing from different points of view. I think it makes things more interesting. Sorry this chapter isn't the best. I have a lot of ideas and for some reason can't seem to form them into sentences on a page. I hope you're enjoying it anyway.
Yours sincerely,

H