Lost

Ten

A/N: warning! There is smut in this chapter so if you don't want to read that just skip over Louis' POV until the last page, cuz there's a kinda fluff moment at the end that's important. Anyways, hope ya like it! :)

Harry;

I mumble groggily, still half asleep. The light from an alarm clock on the side table is shining into my eyes, the numbers reading 12:42. I bury my head into my pillow and press into the wall of heat along my back. An arm wraps around my waist when I move, pulling me even closer, and I feel a pair of lips at the back of my neck.

Wait.

What.

I stiffen.

There's a person spooning me.

Who?

I turn my head. There is just enough light in the room for me to make out a fluff of brown hair in the darkness. The person spooning me is Louis. I wake up a little then, remembering what had happened.

I relax again, a smile creeping it's way onto my face. I turn slowly to face Louis. He whines a little in his sleep at the loss of contact with me, reaching out and pulling me close again within seconds. He nuzzles into the place where my neck and shoulder meet, sighing contently.

A huge smile is on my face now. He's adorable when he sleeps. He's so cuddly and vulnerable. I reach up trailing my fingers through his soft, fine hair. I press a kiss to his forehead and cup the side of his face. He shifts a little, leaning into the contact and murmuring softly. I lean my face down and press my lips to his softly, gradually putting more pressure into the kiss.

He wakes up slowly, shifting a little and making small little murmuring noises into the kiss. He brings his hand up from my waist to the side of my neck, his thumb resting on my jaw and he moves his lips against mine.

I pull away and open my eyes. Louis lays down on his back, his eyes still closed and a smile gracing his features.

"That's a nice way to wake up." He says in a sleepy voice. "Even if it is the middle of the night."

I smile, leaning over and pressing another small kiss to his lips.

When I pull away his smile has only grown.

He opens his ocean blue eyes and turns his head to look at me.

I look back at him, counting all the different shades of blue in his eyes. Suddenly I look down, my eyebrows furrowing as a thought occurs to me.

"Harry..?" Louis says, concern evident in his voice. He props himself up on his elbow as I lay on my side facing him. He runs his hand up and down my arm soothingly.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

I hesitate for a minute, considering the consequences of what I'm about to ask.

"..What..what exactly is this..?" I say quietly, gesturing between the two of us. I look up at Louis, waiting for his response. He presses his lips together in thought and I look down.

It's not what you think it is.

Idiot.

You're just a kid, and he's so out of your league.

Why would he want you?

"What do you want it to be?"

I snap my head back up, my lips parting in shock. I look at his face for a few seconds, my mind racing.

"W-what do I want it to be?" I say, nervously. My eyebrows furrow again and I look down at Louis' chest. I start to get a little worked up, the confusion and uncertainty getting to me. My breathing starts to get erratic, my chest rising and falling more rapidly.