It all started with the headaches. Harry's fine, he thought just so so tired. My own rendition of the iconic Cold Blue Water fic.

❝I woke up to see a figure standing in my doorway. Louis. He made his way into my room and onto my bed, right next to me. I glanced over at him only to see that he was staring at me, rather intensely. His eyes were full of determination and ... lust? No, it couldn't be. I grinned at him and said, "Boo, what cha' staring at me f - mmmmppphhfff" I was cut by a strong pair of lips being smacked onto my own. Lou's lips.❞ {i really am clueless on these intros, i apologize}