Chapter Eleven
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"This is Home" by Switchfoot
"Grade 8" by Ed Sheeran
"Let It Go" by The Neighbourhood
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the next morning, Louis woke up feeling much better. laying silently on his back, he stared up at his ceiling, which he and Harry had spotted with glow-in-the-dark stars one summer night when they were still in grade school. Louis smiled at the memory of the two of them--barely tall enough to climb up onto the bed--scrambling onto each other's shoulders and jumping on the mattress to stick the stars to the ceiling. he recalled his mother screeching at them to stop jumping on the damn bed, I just bought that bedframe for you Louis William Tomlinson, by god if you break it there will be severe consequences--and he giggled to himself and rolled over to look at his alarm clock. 8:29. better get up.
he stretched and yawned loudly, shuffling across the hardwood floor to his closet, stripping off his pajamas as he went. he rifled through his clothes in just his boxers, humming and running his fingers gently along the fabrics, wondering what the weather was like outside today--a sweater would be good if it was windy like it was yesterday, but the weatherman said it would be hotter today, so maybe just a thin shirt, but then again--
"GOOOOOOOD MORNING LONDON!!!!!"
Louis' window slammed open, and a rather lanky figure exploded from the Rooftop and landed in his bedroom. Louis shrieked and yanked a sweater from his closet, covering his lower half as best he could and glaring in the direction of the intruder.
"Harry, christ, don't do that!! I'm not wearing any pants!"
"nothing I haven't seen before," his boyfriend smirked, taking long strides across the door and snatching the sweater away from Louis. "mmmm, I missed you," he hummed as he lifted Louis' chin up for a kiss, throwing the sweater to the floor.
"Harry," Louis interjected, breaking the kiss and stubbornly folding his arms across his tiny chest. "it's cold, shut the window!"
"shhhh, babe, it's okay." Harry laughed, kissing him again.
"Harry-"
kiss
"please shut the-"
kiss
"I have to-"
kiss
"for god's sake, would you shut the damn window?! it's only 7 bloody degrees and I haven't got any pants on!" Louis screeched, playfully pushing Harry away and giggling as he picked up his sweater.
"fine, fine!" Harry threw up his hands in surrender and walked to the window, shutting it tightly before returning to his spot next to his boyfriend, who was currently wiggling into too-tight skinny jeans that barely stretched to fit around his thighs. Harry smiled. Louis was perfect. and he was Harry's boyfriend.
that's such a beautiful word. "boyfriend." all mine.
Harry ducked down to wrap his arms around Louis' waist, squeezing softly as he kissed his neck and whispered, "love you, Lou."
Louis, taken by surprise as always, turned to face Harry, kissing him softly and smiling, "I love you too."
the taller boy blushed, looking down and biting his lower lip. "how are you feeling today?" he asked, trailing his arms down to take Louis' hands in his. "any better?"
