Louis and Elanor were walking back from their paparazzi shoot. Neither of them really spoke a word unless Elanor was trying to make a little conversation, but the only thing Louis could think about was getting to see him when he got home. Him? you may ask. He is Harry Styles. Harry is Louis' boyfriend... I know right, crazy? Well, not really. People all over social media have been suspecting this for many years now, and they've given hints about their relationship if and when they can.
Elanor lived on the street behind the two boys, so she said a quick goodbye to Louis and headed back to her house. When Louis had finally reached his front door, he took a deep breath, opened the door, and looked around to the living room door. Sat there, as always, was Harry. His arms were wide open gesturing for Louis to come and give him cuddles as he knew how much he hated these days. Which he did. He really hated these days. Louis dragged his miserable self over to harry and sat next to him, giving him a big hug. Harry smiled, as he wrapped his long arms around his small boyfriend and leaned back, bringing Louis with him.
They talked for a little while but Harry could tell Louis was tired as his voice seemed to drag on a little, so after some time, he stopped talking and let Louis drift off as he fondly played with his hair. Harry knew he had at least done something right today as he could see a small smile appear on Louis' face as he fell asleep on his chest.
