The Sunday afternoon rain was heavily pounding on the windows of Harry and Louis' flat. Harry was at work, and Louis was sitting in bed, snuggling closer into the duvet that was wrapped around his body. It was chilly and rainy and gloomy outside and Louis wished Harry was there to keep him company. It was 1 in the afternoon, it was dark outside, all of the lights were off, and the only sound was the rain hitting the glass. Louis figured Harry should be home from work soon, since he left at 6 am. The door of the bedroom opened slightly, a ray of light shining in from the hallway. Harry smiled at the sight of Louis buried under the blanket. Louis extended his arms, reaching for Harry so he would lay down with him. Harry took off his clothes so he was left in his boxers, and crawled under the covers, joining Louis.
"How have you been?" Harry asked Louis, wrapping his arms tighter around the older boy's waist.
"Lonely. Also a bit cold." Louis replied, placing a kiss on Harry's forehead and running a hand through his curls.
"Well, you have me now to keep you warm." Harry told Louis, placing a light trail of kisses from his mouth down to his neck.
"You know I love you, right?" Louis asked Harry, staring down at him lovingly.
Harry replied by giving him a warm, lazy kiss. This is exactly how it's supposed to be, all the time. Harry and Louis. No interruptions, just the two of them, together. Louis' iPod was on his dresser, so he plugged it into the dock and played it. Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me" started to softly flow through the speakers and Louis crawled back into bed. This was one of both boys' favorite song, and they laid comfortably in bed, stealing kisses everywhere, with their legs tangled beneath the sheets. Harry removed the blanket from himself and left to go downstairs. Louis sighed at the loss of warmth, and waited for Harry to return.
A few minutes later, Harry walked back in with a tray of tea for the two of them. They shared a cup of tea, then returned to laying together. Louis had his hand on Harry's bare waist, the other hand stroking his cheek, and Harry was kissing Louis' collarbone, shoulder, neck, everywhere he felt like it. Louis began playing with Harry's curls and shared sloppy, tired kisses. The two held in each other's arms, everything was absolutely perfect. No distractions, just the two boys, cuddling and kissing. The rain was softer, but still coming down in buckets. Despite the cold, wind, and rain, Harry and Louis felt perfect. The way Harry was kissing Louis everywhere, the way the kisses they shared tasted like tea and toothpaste, the way their chests were pressed together, the way they held on to each other for warmth, it couldn't get any better. This was it, this was just the way they wanted it to be.
This feels like falling in love.