By the time September came around, they were completely done making modifications to their house. Walls had been painted and furniture had been replaced to things that Harry and Louis agreed on. The wall going around the property and the large gate blocking the driveway had been a blessing, still, after two months of living there, no paps have been on the property, course that could also have something to do with the warning that the property is under video surveillance.
Either way, Harry hasn't been this happy since the day he first held Scarlet in his arms...
_*Flashback*_
_"F-Fuck!" Harry yelled, doubling over as much as he could with his swollen belly._
_"What's wrong Haz?" Niall questioned worriedly, turning to his best mate._
_Harry can't even get out a response before another contraction is hitting him full force._
_"Shit! Shit you're in labour!" Niall yelped springing off the sofa. "Okay let me just get your bag and I'll call your mum on the way... Shit, it's gonna be alright just deep breaths, yeah, deep breaths Harry."_
_Niall ran to Harry's bedroom and grabbed the duffel bag that had been prepared for whenever Harry went into labour. He ran back to the living room and helped Harry up, leading him out to the car. Once they were on the road to the hospital, Niall called Anne._
_"Hello?" She answered on the second ring._
_"HARRY'S IN LABOR!" Niall yelped as he sped up to go through a yellow light._
_"Oh my gosh, okay I'm on my way." Anne rushed out, already rushing out of her office._
_"We're headed to the hospital." Niall responded and then hung up the phone._
_"Drive faster Niall! She's not gonna fucking wait much longer before she tries to come out herself!" Harry exclaimed once another contraction faded away._
_"My goal is to get all of us there alive!" Niall stated but sped up a little anyways._
_When they got to the hospital, Niall jetted out of the car and ran for a wheelchair, returning a moment later and helping Harry into it. He hurried them back inside and there's already two nurses waiting for them._
_"Here." One of the nurses said shoving a gown at Niall._
_"What? I'm not the father!" Niall yelped._
_"Do you want him to go through it alone?" The nurse questioned and Niall looked at her horrified before slipping the gown on and hurrying after them._
_They had Harry laid out on a hospital table prepping him for the C-section when Niall got there. He sent a text to Anne letting her know he was with Harry and then moved to stand beside his best friend who was crying from pain._
_"Shh Hazza, it'll be alright... she's gonna be here soon." Niall tried to calm his friend, reaching out to hold Harry's hand because he knew that somebody needed to - Harry needed that._
_"Can you feel this Harry?" The doctor questioned pressing scalpel to Harry's skin._
_"No." Harry replied._
_"Fantastic, we can get started now." The doctor said._
_It doesn't take very long at all before piercing cries fill the room and Harry is crying all over again at the sound of his daughter. Niall can't really help but cry at what he's witnessed and Harry crying doesn't help - he's so happy for him._
_"Weight is seven pounds six ounces, length is nineteen point four inches; born March fifteenth at one-forty-five PM." One of the nurses says, writing everything down. "What's her name dear?"_
_"Scarlet Marie Styles." Harry answered, watching as the nurses move around the little body covered in red and gunk._
_"Harry, the nurses are going to clean her up before you see her, she's got a bit more gunk up her nose then I like to see." The doctor informed him as he began the process of stitching Harry up._
_A short while later, one of the nurses is coming back into the room with the baby wrapped in a pink blanket. She hands her off to Niall who immediately turns to give her to Harry. He's just stopping sniffling when Niall hands her over to him and as soon as he looks at her he's crying again. She so perfect He had his doubts when he was pregnant with her, sometimes thinking how hard it was going to be to raise her without another parent around, but looking at her now sleeping soundly in his arms for the very first time he's beyond happy and he knows they're gonna be okay._
_*End Flashback*_
"Alright there babe?" Louis' voice bought Harry out of his memory.
"Hmm? Oh yeah I'm good, was just thinking." Harry responded, realizing he had stopped mid cut on some veggies and continued to cut them up.
"What about?" Louis questioned, pressing to Harry's side and watching him cut up carrots for his chicken soup.
"Just about when Scar was born." Harry answered, moving his fingers along as he cut.
"Oh." Louis responded quietly, leaning his head on Harry's shoulder. "I wish I had been there... I'm so sorry I wasn't.."
"It's okay Lou, you're here now - better late than never." Harry said knocking his head against Louis' gently. "Now stop distracting me so can finish dinner"
Louis chuckled, kissed Harry's cheek, and then wondered outside where Scarlet was kicking around her football, practicing with the nets they had set up. Sugar was laying on the stone porch with her head resting between her paws as she watched the ball roll around the yard.
"Feeling a bit left out Sugar?" Louis questioned and the dog lifted her head and Louis swears she understood the question because she gives him this look then drops her head again.
He laughed and sat down next to her on the porch and stroked her soft white ears. Eventually Scarlet came to join them, kicking her football over to the steps then walking up.
"She's been watching me the whole time." Scarlet said reaching down to pet the dog.
"Probably wishing you'd throw her ball around." Louis responded and Scarlet hummed in agreement.
"Is daddy almost done making dinner?" She questioned, moving to get Sugar's ball.
"You've probably got thirty or forty minutes." Louis answered.
Scarlet walked back down into the backyard and called for Sugar. The white dog jumped up and ran down into the yard, chasing after the bright pink ball when Scarlet threw it. Louis watched, leaning against the railing of the porch as they played together with a smile on his face. This was his family. Harry, Scarlet, Sugar, and Oliver - they were his family.
A while later Harry stuck his head out one of the sets of French doors leading to the backyard and called that dinner was ready. Louis called Scarlet in and sent her off to wash her hands while he joined Harry in the kitchen.
The younger of the two pulled down dishes for the food while the older got glasses and filled them with ice and tea. By the time Scarlet gets back from the bathroom Harry's got the food on the table and he and Louis are already sitting down.
"So how was school today bug?" Harry questioned.
Scarlet shrugged her shoulders as she picked up her fork. She's been back in school since the end of August and every day they pretty much receive the same response from her.
"Scar, is there something going on at school?" Louis asked softly.
"Not really just... like... everyone wants to be my friend because now they know my dad is Little Mix's manager." Scarlet sighed, pushing around the carrots on her plate.
"Oh hunny... I'm sorry." Louis responded, immediately feeling guilty for putting his daughter in such a situation.
"S' alright dad." Scarlet said looking over at him.
"Baby, if they keep bugging you tell us... we can always find a way to home-school you, I'm sure they'd still let you on the football team." Harry cut in earning Scarlet's attention.
"You mean like staying home for school?" She asked curiously.
"Exactly." Harry nodded and he can see immediate rejection to the idea.
"I don't think I want to do that. I like school." Scarlet responded, shaking her head.
"How about private school?" Louis suggested and she looks over at him with question in her eyes. "A lot of private schools are used to having celebrity kids even though I'm not a celebrity..."
"You kinda are." Harry chuckled. "Little Mix is really popular and I've seen the views on the new video for Five Seconds of Summer - people are praising you for discovering them. Also after that contest you did, people have really taken note of you."
"I suppose so." Louis shrugged, spearing a piece of chicken. "Well what do you think about that Scar? Would you want to go to a private school?"
"Would I still be able to play football?" She questioned looking between her two parents.
"Definitely." Harry answered while Louis nodded his head.
"I guess it would be okay." Scarlet agreed shrugging her shoulders.
"Alright, well you let us know if you have any issues with the kids at your school and if you do we'll see about getting you into a private school." Louis said reaching out to brush a curl out of Scarlet's face.
Scarlet nodded her head and slipped Sugar a piece of chicken where she was waiting patiently next to Scarlet's chair.
After they had finished dinner, Scarlet went up to her room to shower and start her homework while Harry headed to the laundry room to fold clothes and Louis put away the leftover food.
Harry headed up to the bedrooms, dropping off Scarlet's clothes in hers before heading to Louis'. It's quite a shock to say the least when he opens the door and sees the room a complete disaster. There's clothes and shoes all over the place and the bed is unmade and a mass of sheets, pillows, and a comforter.
"Bloody hell." Harry muttered as he placed Louis' clothes on the dresser.
He walked back downstairs nearly tripping on a pair of shoes Louis had left near the stairs. Honestly, he's a tad bit ticked off. He works at the bakery all week and then on Saturday he normally spends the day cleaning the house. Sure, Louis said they could hire a maid but Harry just wants to take pride in his own home right now and clean it himself - least then he knows it's been done properly. He tells Scarlet to clean her room and she does it - her room is rarely messy.
"Louis!" Harry called once he was down the stairs.
"Kitchen still." Louis called back.
Harry walked into the kitchen and found Louis placing the last dish into the cabinet. He could clean the kitchen but he couldn't clean his room...
"Can you get all your shoes and whatnot and take em to your room, I nearly
tripped on the pair you left at the bottom of the stairs." Harry requested. "And while you're in there, clean it up - it looks like a hurricane went through there."
Louis laughed and leaned against the counter. "What's the big deal about my room being messy, I keep the door shut it's not like anyone sees it?"
"Because Louis, I work to keep the rest of the house looking nice, least you could do is clean your room, even Scarlet cleans up hers." Harry responded crossing his arms.
"Harry, seriously, it's not that big of a deal." Louis said rolling his eyes.
"To me it is!" Harry exclaimed. "You got us this big, beautiful house and when someone walks in they don't expect shoes tossed around randomly and disaster zone bedrooms, they expect it to be clean."
"Nobody's going to see the bedroom Harry." Louis argued.
"I see it whenever I go in there!" Harry replied.
"That's such a stupid reason!" Louis exclaimed.
"No it's not! I like the house to be clean, all of it!" Harry snapped back.
"Whatever." Louis said rolling his eyes and moving past Harry grumbling to himself as he went.
The way Louis pushes past him looking rather annoyed makes Harry's heart freeze - where is he going? In an instant he's pretty sure Louis' going to leave him and it causes a choked off sob to escape his lips. He knew it... knew it was too good to be true that Louis would actually stick around.
He walked from the kitchen over to the living room and sat down on one of the large white sofa's. He rested his elbows on his knees then pressed his face into his hands trying not to cry but he can't really help it.
Near the stairs, Louis is picking up his shoes when he hears a choked sob. Frowning, he walked to the living room and found Harry there. Dropping the shoes on the floor he hurried over to Harry and pulled him to his chest.
"Baby what's wrong?" Louis questioned, fully concerned and confused as to why Harry was crying.
"T-Thought you left." Harry whispered against Louis' chest. "I-I'm sorry I d-didn't m-mean to be pushy."
"No baby, it's okay... I was being stubborn... I'm used to having a maid that keeps the house clean, I'm not used to having to do it myself even just my room." Louis hushed Harry, rubbing his back and pressing sweet kisses to his hair. "And I'm never leaving you Haz... ever."
"I'm scared you will." Harry admitted quietly.
"I don't know what to do to make you see that I won't..." Louis sighed softly then pushed Harry away from him so he could look into Harry's emerald eyes.
He cupped Harry's cheek with one hand and used the other to soothe back his chocolate curls and wipe away stray tears.
"Listen to me Hazza..." Louis started softly. "I am never, ever leaving you again. I love you so much and I am so happy we're together again. I love you and Scarlet and Sugar and Oliver and this house; you're my family and I won't let you go, not now - not ever Harry, I promise. Okay?"
Harry nodded his head with tearful eyes and moved back into Louis. With a hand coming to rest on Louis' cheek, Harry pressed their lips together in a long kiss then several short ones.
"Seriously..." Scarlet grumbled walking into the living room.
Louis laughed as Harry hid his face in his neck so Scarlet wouldn't see that he had been crying. He motioned for Scarlet to come over and pulled her down to sit on his lap.
"Dad! Stop it!" Scarlet squawked as Louis pressed a bunch of kisses to her face.
Harry laughed, removing his face from Louis' neck so he could watch their daughter squirm. His face catches Scarlet's attention and she actually pushes Louis' face away from hers.
"Daddy are you okay?" She questioned with concern.
"Yes love, I'm okay." Harry replied, ruffling his curls.
"Why were you crying?" Scarlet asked, noting his red eyes.
"It's nothing you need to be concerned with Scar." Harry smiled, reaching out to pull her between himself and Louis.
They wrapped their arms around each other with her in the middle.
"You're squishing me!" Scarlet whined, trying to get free while her parents laughed.
A while later they finally set her free and Louis got up to go tend to his room like Harry requested. Harry hovered as Scarlet started her homework at the kitchen table, making sure she didn't need help before continuing on with the laundry, starting another load and carrying his own up to his room to put away. As he walked past Louis' room he peaked inside and smiled when he saw the blue eyed lad putting away his things and tidying up.
Harry sent Scarlet off to bed once the clock hit nine o'clock. Louis tucked her in after she had given both of them goodnight kisses and he walked out of her room, leaving it cracked just a bit. He walked downstairs and joined Harry in the living room for a night time cup of tea. Harry turned the TV volume down and put it on American Pie Reunion since there was nothing else on to watch.
With their tea cups empty, they rinsed them in the sink and left them for morning. They climbed the stairs together and walked down the hallway, briefly sticking their heads into Scarlet's room. Louis pulled Harry close to his side, wrapping an arm around his slender waist as they stood there for a moment watching their little girl sleep peacefully with Sugar on the floor next to the bed. Moving away from the door, Harry turned to go to the master bedroom when Louis stopped him.
"Hey..." Louis whispered, grabbing Harry's arm and pulling him close. "Love you." he smiled reaching up to brush his fingers against Harry's cheek.
"Love you too, goodnight." Harry smiled, leaning into the touch.
"Sweet dreams my darling." Louis stated quietly then pulled Harry's face down to his.
Harry moved both of his hands to Louis' neck, resting them gently there as they kissed in the hallway. Louis swiped his tongue over Harry's bottom lip and to his delight Harry opened up. Their tongues danced together for a minute and then they separated, lips swollen and eyes bright.
Louis walked down to his bedroom and turned back to see Harry pause in the door way of the master bedroom. They exchanged small smiles and then both disappeared into their respected rooms.
-*-
By the time September had ended, October had come and gone, and November began Harry and Louis had gotten closer than ever. It's been over a year now since Louis walked back into Harry's life and over the course of that year Harry had begun to open his heart back up to Louis and his trust in him began to grow.
November 10th marks six months together as a couple and Harry feels deep inside him that he's finally ready to put Louis' mind at ease. Louis had been doing everything he could think of to let Harry know that this is where he's staying - that he's not leaving him. He brings him flowers once a week and picks up Harry's favourite take out on Friday night for movie night.
In the middle of October Scarlet had come home from school telling Harry and Louis about some of the girls and boys that won't quit harassing her. Some of them are in older grades and it pisses Louis off to no end that these older kids are harassing his little girl. The decision to move Scarlet into a private school happens that evening. And thanks to Louis' well-known name, it doesn't take much to get her accepted into one of the top private schools in London.
Since Louis had paid for the tuition Harry had insisted on paying for her uniform. Scarlet seemed a lot happier in the private school since no one was constantly bugging her about her dad and the bands he had signed. The kids in this school were used to having celebrity classmates - it was nothing new to them.
Harry moved around the kitchen preparing dinner for the night. He's fixed up the lamb chops that Louis insists are the best in the world along with roasted herb potatoes and veggies on the side. He had already finished making dessert which was the cake that Louis loved so much as a kid, the one Harry had made him for his birthday.
He's just finished up everything when he hears the beep on his cell phone that lets him know the gate to the property has been opened. He smiled and hurried over to the table that he had set for two and lit the unscented candles he had gotten that day. As he heard the door to the garage open he makes a mental note to send Liam a big box of cookies from the bakery as a thank you for watching Scarlet for the night.
"Hey baby, what's all this?" Louis questioned appearing in his suit.
"I thought six months deserved a little something." Harry shrugged with a blush tinting his cheeks.
"Is that lamb...?" Louis asked looking past Harry and eyeing the plate.
"It is... hope that's okay." Harry responded.
"Oh it's more than okay love." Louis smiled, stepping forward to kiss the corner of Harry's mouth. "Been craving that..."
And for whatever reason Louis' words make Harry's stomach tighten up and he feels arousal pool deep inside of him. Shaking his head, he joined Louis at the table and they began to eat - chatting and sipping on wine.
Once they're done, Harry cleared away their dinner plates and returned with two dessert plates, both with a slice of cake on them. Louis moaned deep in his throat as soon as he took a bite of his slice.
"I think you make this better than your mum." Louis stated, forking up another piece with a slice of strawberry.
"Don't tell her you think that." Harry chuckled then reached out, using his thumb to remove a bit of frosting from the corner of Louis' mouth.
"Hey now! I was saving that." Louis protested playfully.
Harry sucked the icing off his thumb and smiled, "Yeah, but I wanted it."
Louis' jaw dropped and he huffed, turning slightly away from Harry and continued to eat his cake. Harry chuckled and went back to eating his own. After they were done they both headed upstairs to shower then met back in the kitchen. Harry poured them another glass of wine and they made their way into the theatre room. It's a toss-up between Grease and Love Actually and in the end Harry wins with Love Actually.
Harry curled into Louis' side as the movie began and Louis sighed happily, draping his arm over Harry's shoulders. By the time the movie ended Harry had grabbed a blanket off the back of the love seat they had put in the theatre room and had draped it over himself.
"Wanna watch another?" Harry questioned, looking up at Louis.
"We don't have to if you don't want to." Louis responded.
"Grease wasn't a terribly long movie... We can even sing along to it if you like." Harry smiled, moving to change the movies.
"Alright, you convinced me." Louis laughed even though there was really no convincing.
They sing along together during Summer Nights and You're The One That I Want and Harry gets teary eyed when Louis sings Hopelessly Devoted To You, mainly putting emphasis on the line hopelessly devoted to you of course.
When the movie went to the credits Harry sat up and stretched. He looked down at his phone and saw it was pushing 11:30. Louis switched off all the equipment in the theatre room and they deposited their empty wine glasses in the kitchen.
Upstairs they stood in the hallway closest to the master bedroom.
"Kinda feels like dropping you off at your front door after our three month anniversary when we were younger." Louis commented, reaching for both of Harry's hands.
Harry blushed as Louis pulled him closer. "You kissed me for the first time that night." he said quietly.
"I did." Louis responded, remembering the tender moment.
He had pulled Harry closer under the porch light and kissed him as though he would break. Of course, Anne and Gemma had been watching from inside by way of the window but nevertheless it had been absolutely perfect.
Louis rested his forehead against Harry's, their hands laced together and hanging between them. They've both got their eyes shut, swaying to music that isn't playing. It lasts for a minute before Harry is pulling his hands away in favour of wrapping his arms around Louis' neck and Louis' immediately got to wrap around Harry's slender waist.
"Tonight has been perfect Hazza." Louis whispered in the dark hallway lit only by the few small LED lights on the walls down near the floor.
Harry just holds on tighter to Louis instead of replying. It's all just building up inside of him how perfect the night had been and how amazing the past six months have been and how Louis is still here.
"I forgive you... think I did a while back but I was scared." Harry finally whispered after a long silence. "I was scared if I forgave you, you would just throw it back in my face and leave again. I know you're not going to though, you've shown me in so many ways that you're here to stay. And I just wanted you to know that I forgive you."
Louis felt tears pool in his eyes and slowly roll down his cheeks as he hugged Harry even tighter.
"Thank you." Louis whispered, his voice cracking. "Thank you so much baby."
He pulled back enough to collide their lips together. Harry whined softly as Louis' tongue invaded his mouth tasting of cake and wine. Harry stepped back, bringing Louis with him. His back hit the wall and he felt Louis press fully against him. Soon enough he felt Louis' hands drop to his bum and tap it, signalling for Harry to jump up.
Harry wrapped his long legs around Louis' waist and kept his arms tight around his neck as Louis held him up by the backs of his thighs and pushing him against the wall.
There's absolutely no way to hide how hard he already is as he feels Louis press even closer if at all possible. Harry moved one of his arms so he could tangle his fingers in Louis' hair and tug gently earning a moan from Louis.
They pulled back to catch their breaths when the need for air became too great. Harry rested his head back against the wall while Louis pressed his face into the crook of Harry's neck. Louis nibbled at the smooth column of skin and Harry gasped. It's so electric.
"Louis..." Harry said, scratching his fingers against Louis' scalp. "Lou... please..."
Louis pulled back with wide eyes and his own met Harry's.
"Are... Are you sure?" Louis questioned, not wanting to go any further than Harry really wanted to.
"Yes, yes I'm sure... please I need you Lou." Harry answered pressing his forehead against Louis' and rocking his hips just enough for Louis to feel just how hard he was in his joggers.
"Geez." Louis groaned hardening even more in his own joggers. "Okay... yeah, I've got you baby." he said nuzzling Harry's cheek as he let him down slowly.
Taking Harry's hand, Louis led them to the master bedroom and opened the door and stopped dead. The room is lit with small lights designed to look like candles - they're scattered everywhere and the bed has soft red rose petals scattered over it.
"H..." Louis murmured, pulling Harry close. "When did you do all this?" he questioned, his voice barely a whisper as he tried not to cry - it's just so romantic and perfect... like their very first time.
"Right after I took a shower... it's not too much is it?" Harry questioned somewhat worried that recreating their first time might've been a little too much.
"No... No, it's perfect just like our first time." Louis answered, turning to wrap his arms around Harry's neck and kiss him soundly.
Harry relaxed into the kiss, winding his arms around Louis' waist. Louis pulled away, took Harry's hand, and led him over to the bed. He pushed him down gently and Harry went willingly, shimmying to the middle of the large bed. Louis crawled up over him, straddling his hips and pulled off his shirt before reaching for Harry's. He drug it over Harry's head, tossed it over his shoulder, then removed Harry's joggers and his own.
Louis took in the sight before him - Harry laid out on the bed with just tight black briefs on with an obscene bulge in them. He looks just as perfect as he did all those years ago the only difference is he's got a soft little pooch from being pregnant that he was ever able to fully get rid of and a barely noticeable scar from the c-section.
Louis leaned over and kissed the scar tenderly before moving up Harry's body - leaving little kisses all the way up until he could kiss his lips. Harry moaned as Louis dropped his hips against his and their groins collided.
"C'mon Lou, I need you." Harry pleaded, dragging his lips away from Louis'.
"Already baby... I've got you." Louis murmured, reaching down to remove Harry's brief's and then his own. "Do you have stuff?" he questioned suddenly realizing that they really can't unless Harry has a condom...
"Yeah - in the drawer." Harry replied and Louis crawled off to retrieve what they needed.
Louis is determined to make it just like their first time - slow and tender. He opened Harry up slowly and he's as tight as a virgin. Harry whined and moaned as the pain began to slowly fade away and be replaced by pleasure.
Once Louis was sure Harry was ready, he rolled on the condom and slicked himself up. He pressed in slowly and Harry clung to him, his fingers digging into Louis' biceps and his legs wrapping around Louis' waist. Louis pressed as many kisses as he could all over Harry's face, jaw, and neck to distract him from the burn.
Harry gave him the go ahead to move and Louis thrust in and out slowly, pouring all his emotions into his thrusts. He's got Harry wrapped in his arms and they're breathing into each other's mouths, soft gasps and pants falling on the others lips.
"You're so beautiful Hazza." Louis breathed into Harry's ear. "My beautiful man, you're so perfect."
Harry let out a soft cry at Louis' sweet words and tightened his hold on the older of the two.
"I love you so much." Louis continued on, murmuring sweet words into Harry's ear until they both felt heat pooling inside them.
"I love you too Lou, always." Harry managed to responded.
Louis slipped a little at Harry's words and he sunk into Harry faster and harder than before making Harry cry out. He released between them chanting Louis' name and soon after felt Louis release into the condom.
Louis pulled out slowly, tied of the used rubber, and threw it away in the bathroom. When he came back with a warm wet flannel, Harry was sprawled out on the bed, a light layer of sweat covering his body - he looked blissed out. Louis smiled and wiped off Harry's stomach before tossing the flannel into the bathroom. He paused beside the bed, not sure if Harry wants him to stay or go back to his room.
"Stay with me?" Harry requested noting Louis hesitating.
"Gladly." Louis stated crawling into bed.
"Thank you." Harry said, snuggling up against Louis.
Louis chuckled and wrapped his arms around Harry, "Are you really thanking me for making love to you?" he teased lightly.
"No." Harry responded hitting Louis' chest. "I'm thanking you for not pushing me to and just showing me in all these little ways that you care and for being there. I'm just thankful you still love me even after all this time."
"And I'm never gonna stop either." Louis said kissing Harry's forehead. "And it should be me thanking you for still loving me after I broke your heart and for letting me back into your life and into Scarlet's life."
"How could I not? You were very persistent." Harry stated, tilting his head upwards to give Louis a smile.
"Oh hush you." Louis laughed tapping his nose fondly. "I just wanted my baby back."
"Always be your baby." Harry murmured after yawning and settling his head on Louis' tone chest.
"Love you Hazza." Louis whispered, pressing a kiss to Harry's curls.
"Love you too Boo." Harry replied, letting his eyes slip shut.
In the morning, Louis woke up in a bed bigger than what he had been sleeping in and with a warm, long body pressed against his own. Looking down he found Harry sleeping peacefully, lips parted letting little snores escape and a few curls grazing his forehead. He's so, so beautiful.
Louis brought his hand up to smooth back the curls and then trace over Harry's face with his fingers, memorizing every bit of his now more chiselled features. He could definitely get used to waking up to this every morning for the rest of his life.
Louis ran his thumb over Harry's pouty lips and the younger lad stirred in his sleep, awakening. He watched as Harry's eyes fluttered open and he freezes momentarily when Harry does. But then Harry is tilting his head upwards and smiling softly at him.
"Morning." Harry said, his eyes still hazy with sleep but as bright as ever - Louis loves it.
"Morning sweetheart." He replied, leaning in despite morning breath.
And yeah... he definitely could get used to waking up like this.