When the Clock Strikes 12:00 // L.S.

Chapter Eight: Cupid's Arrow

Louis's POV

"Ouch," I mutter and open my eyes. A leg out of nowhere had just hit me on the knee and I turned around to see where the contact had come from.

Harry lay there, sound asleep and my frame shook with silent laughter. Great, he was a kicker. I sat up and looked at the inside of the fort, remembering last night's events. 

Getting locked in, me breaking the doorknob, our three questions game, Harry getting cold and cuddling into my chest. I look at him now his eyes closed, curls falling so beautifully over his forehead. I was so tempted to reach out and brush those curls from his face so I could see him, but I didn't.

Slowly as to not wake him I crawled out of the fort and quietly started to put the chairs and blankets away before Barb or Gigi got here to open up.

When I was finished, Harry was left in the middle of the room, face nuzzled under a blanket to keep warm. My hand itched for my camera and then remembering it was in my backpack I padded over on the cold tile to retrieve it.

Bending down a couple of feet away from where Harry lay, I focused the lens on his sleeping face and admired how his porcelain skin glowed in the ray of early morning sunlight. He was beautiful.

Click, click, went my camera and Harry began to stir.

"Good morning Haz," I said smiling as the boy rolled over and smacked his lips tiredly.

"Good morning." He replied groggily. "Why did you leave me?"

His eyes were big, and I almost died he was so cute. "I went to clean up before Barbs or Gigi arrived to open up shop," I explained sitting down next to him and he laid his head on my lap. I liked morning Harry, so open and touchy.

"Oh, I forgot we were still at work," Harry said.

The streets outside were filling up once again as people rushed about for an early morning breakfast or to work. The back door of the coffee shop creaked, and Gigi came through the kitchen, humming. She stopped when she saw me and Harry.

"You do know your shift ends at midnight, right?"

Harry whines as I start to stand up and pulls on my hand to stay.

"We got locked in," I explained as I let Harry pull me back down so he could continue resting his head on my lap.

Gigi frowned, "You're right, it was locked from the outside when I opened it this morning. But what about the front door?" She asks and then noticed the handle sitting on the counter.

"Ah, pulled a bit too hard I see?"

"I can't help that I'm so muscular," I say pretending to flex.

Harry giggles as he watches me and Gigi rolls her eyes, unamused. "Let me guess, you just twisted it too far, right?"

"I-" I'm about to argue but then sigh, "Yes."

"Ok well, I'll ask Barb if you two can have a day off because that's two late nights in a row and not to be rude or anything but you two look awful."

"Me maybe but not him," I say twirling one of Harry's curls with my finger.

"Aww stop it, Lou." Harry fonds looking up at me with twinkling green eyes. "You look lovely."

"Guys?" Gigi coughs, "I'm sorry to interrupt whatever love spell you guys are under but I have to open in ten minutes."

"Ok, ok Gee," Harry says sighing and then getting up.

"Did you really mean we could have the night off?" I asked picking up the remainder of the blankets from the floor and draping them over the couches near the fireplace.