Infinity (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Louis' P.O.V.

I opened my eyes blearily as my vision blurred before clearing. I felt someone stroking my hair gently and I gave a contented sigh before squeezing my eyes closed again and snuggling further into the duvet.

"Louis," a voice whispered.

"Louuuuuuu," it sounded a bit louder now and I mumbled underneath my breath, telling them to go away and let me sleep.

"Boo, I'm sorry, but you have to wake up now," I heard. My brain finally registered the voice as Harry's and as he laid down in the bed next to me I snuggled up to his warm chest. His hand still ran absentmindedly through my hair and I almost felt like purring.

He sighed softly but didn't say anything else, instead letting me drift off back into a land of unicorns and fairies and cotton candy and...

"Booooo," Harry shook me gently. I groaned quietly and squeezed my arms around his chest, relishing his warmth and comfiness. It was like he was asking for me to fall asleep again.

"But Haz," I whined, making sure to draw out his name so he felt some pity for me.

"Not today, Boo. Normally I'd let you sleep in but we have an interview today at 12," Harry sighed, his other arm wrapping itself around my waist and almost subconsciously pulling me closer to him.

With one last loud sigh, I opened my eyes slowly, immediately wincing at the harsh light pouring in from the windows.

"What time's it now?" I asked, my voice still a little rough and scratchy due to the fact that I just woke up.

"11:15," Harry said softly. "The boys are coming round at 11:30 and Liam wants us out of here by 11:45."

"Ok," I sighed, slowly pushing myself into a sitting position. Instantly I got a bit of a head rush and slumped into Harry's side until the dancing black dots in my vision faded.

"Lou," Harry chuckled, turning his head to face me. I pouted at him but he only grinned before shaking his head.

"Come on, I'll make pancakes," he said, raising his eyebrows. Our noses were practically touching and I had to go cross-eyed in order to look him in the eyes.

I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed at my funny face before swiping my fringe out of my eyes so I could see better.

"Fine," I said, faking annoyance. "But only because your pancakes are like fluff balls of heaven," I said and couldn't help the large smile on my face from the way Harry's eyes brightened when I complimented him.

"Yay, deal!" Harry squealed and before I knew it I was landing on the floor with a loud thump.

"Ahh," I groaned, trying to untangle my legs from the fluffy duvet wrapped around them that fell with me.

"That hurt, Harry," I pouted at him and peeked my head over the edge of the bed, but found that the bed was now empty.

The door was slightly ajar and I could hear a faint humming from the direction of the kitchen so I assumed Harry was starting to cook breakfast.

Shaking my head with a small grin I clumsily got up and made my way to the shower.

Harry's P.O.V.

I slipped out of Louis' room and padded into the kitchen, wearing my favorite pink fuzzy slippers. Honestly, this apartment was the best idea I'd ever had. It was perfect, really. It was only about twenty minutes from London, so we could get to meetings on time, but it was far enough away from it that we didn't get mobbed by fans.