Harry and Louis wake to what sounds like a cow being strangled. Really, it’s only Eloise, sitting cross-legged on her bed, taking pictures and trying not to scream because oh my God. Did Harry and Louis actually sleep in the same bed?
The two are curled into each other, Louis pressed into Harry’s chest, his hands making small fists against Harry’s skin. Harry is holding Louis as if he were holding his entire world, their legs a tangle with each other’s and the sheets.
“Uh, good morning?” Harry says, moving to climb out of bed, but Louis pulls him back.
“Good indeed! Wow, this is great. I don’t know what to do with myself right now,” Eloise rambles, running her fingers through her hair. “Houis was sleeping in the same bed. Goodness gracious.”
“Don’t say goodness gracious,” Harry says with a grimace. “You sound eighty.”
“You also really need to work on that ship name,” Louis mumbles, snuggling closer to Harry, who smiles softly.
“Right, okay,” Eloise says. “I’m just going to shower and change. Dress warm, boys, it’s freezing out there.”
“Freezing?” Louis whispers as Harry brushes some hair away from Louis’ eyes, which he has yet to open. “It’s like twenty degrees out. That’s like a heat wave.”
Louis opens his eyes then, blinking slowly. And Harry forgot how vividly brilliant they were. And looking at the younger boy now, it feels like he’s looking at him for the first time.
He’s breath-taking really, Louis is. His jaw bone is sharp, his beautiful blue eyes set deep in his face. He smiles with all of his teeth all the time, the right side of his mouth always a tad bit higher up than the left. And his soft brown hair, well, Harry just wants to constantly glide his fingers through it. His body is small, but fit and toned, and Harry doesn’t want to stop hugging him, ever. His glasses are always slipping down the bridge of his nose, which might just be Harry’s favorite part of Louis: his nose.
Harry is staring. He knows that he’s staring, but he can’t stop. Louis is honest to God the most beautiful masterpiece he has ever seen. He wonders why he’s not a model, why thousands of paintings are not painted of him, thousands of photographs not taken, and millions of recordings of his voice not recorded.
“ ‘s cold for us Floridians,” he reminds Louis, rubbing his thumb against the younger boy's forehead. Harry kisses the top of Louis' head lightly and then hops out of bed. “C’mon, Lou Lou. Gotta get up now if we want the free breakfast.”
“And then where are we going?” Louis asks, reluctantly climbing from the warm covers. He sifts through his suitcase, pulling out a long sleeve white shirt, and slips it over his head.
“Not sure. I think Eloise is totally set on going to the M&M store,” Harry says, tugging on a tacky ‘I <3 New York’ t-shirt, followed by a blue crew neck and a blue hoodie from the Rocky Mountains.
Louis puts on his sneakers as Harry says, “Ready, Sugarbun?”
“Oh dear God!” Eloise yells, shutting off the water and appearing in a white towel moments later, squeezing the water from her red hair. “Please don’t be that kind of couple.”
The two glance at her expectantly, waiting for her to explain.
“You know, the kind that has ridiculous nicknames for each other. ‘Oh my little honey bunches of oats with cream and sugar, are you alright?’ I beg of you, don’t do it.” Eloise grabs some undergarments and an outfit, disappearing into the bathroom again.
Louis smirks, standing up and wrapping his arms around Harry’s middle. “I’m going to call you that now,” he says, looking up at him.
“You do and I’ll shoot you!” Eloise yells, probably waking up the entire hotel.
Harry throws his head back and laughs. And Louis smiles widely because he loves that sound, the sound of Harry’s laughter. It’s like the sweetest melody he’s ever heard and he is so beautiful when he laughs.
“You really are something,” Harry says, pushing Louis’ glasses back up his nose before Louis gets the chance.
He grabs Louis’ hand and drags him out the door, telling Eloise to meet them when she's ready. They skip to the elevator, arms locked together, and practically trample a little old man coming from breakfast when they get down there.
It’s only eight o’seven in the morning and all three of them can already tell that this is quite possibly going to be the craziest day of their lives.
A/N: Okay so this chapter is short af, but the next one is going to be super long, which is why I split them up. Most of the chapters won't be split up, it just worked out this way.
Also, Louis and Harry still aren't officially a couple (can't have this book moving too fast and I still have big plans ;))
I have exams starting tomorrow (kill me pls) and then I'm super packed this weekend, so I'm not sure when the next update will be.
Dedicated to @LouAndI_Larry because I love her works. You guys should check her out if you don't know who she is! She's one of my favorites.
Have a good week! xx
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Soulmate Search // larry
Fanfiction"Sometimes you have to go to extreme measures for love and if I have to search the world for mine, don't think that I won't do it." Ever since Harry was small he's been dreaming about his future, or more specifically, his spouse. He has always wonde...
