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Harry actually never woke up with such a hangover ever before. His head can't even think properly.

And his body hurts as well. It is a dull pain, nothing too serious though. He knows why his body hurts. He was fucked by Louis just a few hours ago.

He definitely remembers. And he hopes Louis remembers it, too. He would die from embarrassment if Tomlinson wouldn't remember a thing from the night. It was weirdly good. Harry didn't expect it to be so... special?

It was dirty, but also passionate. It was naughty but soft. If Harry wasn't sure Louis is just a manipulative dick, he would say it was even loving.

Harry can't stop thinking about how Louis ate him out and fingered him, how he asked for consent and how delicate and soft he was with him. Harry felt like a real princess yesterday. Treated like one. He loved it. And he wants more.

He wants to spend more nights like this. It is crazy, but it is true. He can't believe he is thinking like this because just a few days back he didn't even want to be kissed by such an arrogant person. Now, he can't get enough of the warm feeling on his cheek and a light beating of a heart under his ear.

He looks up, finding Louis asleep and drooling. Harry would be grossed out but Niall drools all the time and Louis looks adorable either way. And his neck and chest look very good, too. Harry is proud of his job. He lightly runs his fingers through 'it is what it is' tattoo and kisses one of the lovebites he made last night right above the tattoo.

Louis moves, Harry anxious he woke up the rich man. But Louis just swallows the drool in his sleep and his hand falls from Harry's hip down onto the mattress.

The younger lad sighs and slowly sits up. He finds Louis' phone on the nightstand, using it just to see the time. It is just 7 am, indicating Harry didn't sleep for long. He silently groans and trying not to wake up his lover, he stands up and quickly finds some clothes to change into.

He finds a black t-shirt with brown silky wide high-waisted pants. He comes to the bathroom, trying to comb out the curly mess on his head, this time succeeding. Today he likes how his hair looks. He brushes his teeth.

While brushing his teeth, Harry decides to quickly visit a local supermarket to buy things for breakfast.

He grabs his phone, keys, wallet and tote bag as quietly as he can, leaving the flat and locking Louis in. He has to be quick, he doesn't want Louis to wake up alone in the locked flat with no real food for him to eat.

Harry has food in the fridge, but it's all healthy and vegetarian. And if he learnt one thing about Louis, it is that the man loves heavy, greasy food, preferably meat and fried sides with it. Harry doesn't fancy these meals at all, he prefers nice light salads, some bread with butter or good pasta.

He walks into the small supermarket, picking up the basket from the ground and going straight into the section with meant. He is kind of lost with all the brands and choices but he chooses some kitchen ham and bacon. Then he leaves the meat section and buys the usual- bread, baguettes, vegetables, fruit, and some more pasta because he is running out of it.

Before paying Harry's eyes catches something. He chuckles and takes it out from the rack.

He pays and rushes home.

Harry finds Louis sprawled on the bed, lying on his tummy, snoring loudly. Never in his life he would think a global celebrity, a rich man, THE Louis Tomlinson - son of the British Prime Minister - would be snoring in his bed. The morning after the drunk sex. It is so weird to Harry how life can twist into such obscure situations.