infinitely_wandering
Louis was so close I could hear his slow, deep breaths as he slept. The smell of liquor was faint on his breath. I know I was an absolute asshole but he never gets that wasted.
"Harry," he whines in his sleep. I pulled him close and squeezed him.
"You're alright, I've got you,
" I whispered and kissed his forehead.
"Goodnight Harry," he slurs.
"Goodnight, Lou," I whisper back.
"I love you," sleep and alcohol are consuming him as he speaks these words.
"I love you Louis," I smile and continue, "more than you could ever know."