A/N: DISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS STORY ARE REAL PEOPLE! THIS IS MERELY A STORY THAT I CONJURED UP IN MY HEAD AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY REAL PERSON LIVING OR DEAD IS A TOTAL COINCIDENCE. WHICH IS WEIRD BECAUSE SOME OF THESE PEOPLE SOUND FAMILIAR.
"Hey Haz! Look at these pictures on Tumblr! Some of them are us!" Louis exclaimed to his best mate, Harry.
Harry walked over to the couch and sat down next to Louis so he could see the pictures on his laptop. "Hey, I like this picture," he said as he pointed to a picture of the two of them in a photoshoot, side-by-side and Louis looking at Harry and smiling. The caption on the photo read: 'Louis and Harry: Best Mates'. Harry smiled. That was definetely one of his favorite pictures of the two of them.
"Hey, who's that handsome lad standing next to me?" Louis asked, pointing to Harry in the picture. He grinned at Harry, his smile reaching his eyes.
"Hmmm, I'm not sure," Harry said, "but you sure are looking at him in a pretty interesting way. Whoever he is, I'm jealous." Harry smiled back, going along with the charade.
Louis laughed. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Harry," he said sarcastically.
Harry laughed along with him. "I'm pretty sure you do, Tommo," he said with a wink.
They scrolled through the pictures some more until they landed on another one of the two of them, this one with a quote on it: 'Interviewer: "Harry, what's that on your neck? Is it a lovebite?" Louis: "Oh, I gave him that."'
They both smiled, remembering the interview the quote came from. "That was so embarrassing..." Harry said as his eyes burned holes into Louis, blaming him for his embarrassment.
"My bad?" he asked with a slight giggle.
"I just knew after you did that and we noticed a mark that people would ask about it," Harry said sticking his tongue out at his older friend. "Do you remember how angry Eleanor got about it all?" Harry asked laughing
"Oh God, don't remind me.." the Doncaster boy said. "My ear still aches from all her yelling!" But he had to laugh too, finding humor in her anger.
"Hey, we had a good laugh about it after she stormed out of the flat didn't we?" Harry asked. She showed up at the flat one day after the interview and demanded an explanation, and when they didn't have one, she stormed out.
Louis smiled. "Yeah, I guess it was pretty funny after she left. Maybe I should give you 'lovebites' more often," he said with a wink.
Harry blushed a bit, turning away. "Yeah well I wouldn't complain. It shows the world who I belong to."
Louis jumped up off the couch, placing the laptop into Harry's lap and ventured into the kitchen. "And don't you forget it!" he yelled back behind him. He grabbed a glass from one of the cabinets and poured himself a glass of apple juice. "I might not be as nice to you next time," he said leaning over the counter.
"When did I ever say I wanted you to?" Harry asked looking over to Louis giving him a cheeky grin.
Louis sipped on his juice and shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough. I guess I'm just a bad judge of character." He smiled, egging the Cheshire boy on.
"Nahhh, you're just a bit clueless Boobear."
Louis cringed at his nickname, but soon relaxed. Boobear was his nickname from when he was a baby given to him by his mom. When the boys found out about it, they started calling him it too, but he only liked it when Harry called him the silly name. "Well at least I try. Here I thought I was enough for you, Curls," he said, taking another drink of juice.
Harry turned to his best friend and looked him in the eyes. "You always will be enough for me Louis." He stared into his blue eyes.
Lou put the cup down and stared back at Harry, blue meeting green. "I'll hold you to that," he said with a grin.
"You better," Harry said. "But I'm just saying if you keep giving me lovebites, you'll only make El mad again."
"We will just have another laugh about it, then!" Louis exclaimed without a care that he would piss his girlfriend off.
Eleanor was Louis girlfriend of 6? 7? 8 months? No one could remember. But no one cared. She was 19, and very conceited. All she knew how to do was shop, smile and wave to the cameras, and whine about EVERYTHING. She was currently studying at Uni for God knows what. Whenever the boys were on tour she would complain about Lou having to leave, throwing a fit whenever he boarded the plane. Although she always seemed to find a way to be flown to wherever the boys were quite often during tours. Harry guessed it was because management couldn't handle her whining. You don't have to live with it a lot of the time... Harry thought. With him living with Louis, he unfortunately saw a lot of her. He silently tolerated her, but he couldn't see what was so great about her that Louis was into her.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and looked out his window, noticing it getting darker. "Okay Lou, it's starting to get pretty late. We should go to bed now."
Louis whined a bit. "Awwwww but I wanna stay up! 30 more minutes?" he said in a very child-like tone.
Harry smiled. His best mate was such a kid at heart. He thought about giving in to him, but he shook his head and got up to draw the curtains. "No, Louis, it's getting late and we need our beauty sleep. It's hard being fangirled over all day. Now come on, I'll let you sleep in my room with me," he said with a smile.
"YIPPEE!" Louis yelled and ran up the stairs into Harry's room. Harry followed shortly after him, making sure all the curtains were closed and all the doors and windows were locked. He opened the door to his room and found Louis snuggled under the blankets, ready for Harry to join him.
Harry chuckled and started removing his clothes until he was naked. He never really wore clothes to bed. No, he never really wore clothes PERIOD. Not when it wasn't necessary. No, he thought there was nothing better than being naked, and his band mates didn't care anymore that their friend was never clothed. They all got used to seeing him naked at random times. Louis especially got an eyeful, living with him. But it didn't phase him in the slightest. He actually sorta enjoyed it. But he would never admit it.
He climbed into bed and under the covers with his best mate, holding his arms out to cuddle with him. Louis scooted closer and snuggled into Harry's stark naked body. The one thing they loved more than being in a world famous band, was that they met each other and they got to cuddle all night. They loved cuddling with all the boys, because they were all very close, but there was just something between Harry and Louis that made when they cuddled something special.
Harry looked down to Louis, the older yet shorter boy having his head tucked underneath Harry's chin, snuggling his face into his chest. "Hey Lou?"
"Yeah Haz?" he asks, his voice muffled by Harry's body and the surrounding blankets.
"I love you."
Louis smiled. "I love you too Haz," he said, and kissed the hollow of Harry's neck.
Harry kissed the top of Louis head and tightened his hold on Louis body, pulling him closer to him. "Goodnight Boobear. I'll talk to you in the morning," He closed his eyes.
"Wait..Harry.." Louis said.
"Yes Lou?"
"Will you make us eggs in the morning? I like when you make breakfast for the two of us," Louis said with a big grin on his face.
"Of course Louis," Harry said, grinning too. He's such a child. It's almost like I'M the older one of us two.. He thought.
"Okay. Thank you. Goodnight Hazza." Louis tucked his head further into Harry and slowly drifted off.
"Goodnight Lou," Harry said, and closed his eyes shut.