Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Stressful exams for a 15 year old boy like myself;) Any thoughts/feelings be sure to pm or review! This chapter is quite fluffy, but only because it cheers me up!
"Lou, wake up. Lou!" Harry nudged his boyfriend with his elbow. He wouldn't wake up, so Harry resorted to extreme measures and pinched Louis' nose shut, until he cough and spluttered and sat up.
"Oh, Harry! I was in the middle of such a great dream." Louis moaned.
"What was it about?" Harry pulled Louis forward from under the covers so they were in a more comfy position.
"You'd call me sad." This made Harry laugh.
"Go on, you can tell me anything, remember." Harry stroked Louis' cheek.
"We were on the couch watching a horror movie, then I got scared so you told me to sit on your lap and I did. Then I got really scared so you turned it off. And then you led me to the bedroom."
"Ooh, saucy. What happened next?" Harry got turned on.
"I dunno, you woke me up, dumb-arse." Louis gave his boyfriend a playful push.
"So did you get anything done in the end?" Harry asked.
"Huh?"
"Lyrics. Last night. Blimey, you didn't get drunk did you?" chuckled Harry.
"OH! Yeah, I wrote a song called Little Things." Louis momentarily pulled himself away from Harry, rolled over the bed, reached out a hand and pulled and sheet of paper from the nearby desk. He rolled back over in Harry's embrace and handed it to him. It took a while for Harry to figure something out.
"Is this about me?" Harry suspiciously looked up from the paper.
"...maybe." Louis shuffled around nervously.
"That's so adorable, Boobear! Aw, come here!" Harry gave him a kiss. "You're so good at songwriting."
"Thanks... but what did you just call me?" Louis raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, what did I call you?"
"I think you called me Boobear!" Louis giggled.
"Ha, I think I did. Ah well, it suits you. Boobear. C'mon, let's get up. I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry."
"No shit, Sherlock."
They both dressed, then Louis followed Harry out to the kitchen. "Go into the living room, I want to make us breakfast." Harry told him, making him laugh.
"Babe, you burn my toast. How are you gonna manage scrambled eggs and bacon to say the least?"
But Harry was being serious. "Go."
And so, somehow, Louis ended up in the small but cosy living room, anxiously waiting for his lover to finish his breakfast. He didn't pick up his book, which was staring up at him on the lamp desk. For some reason, he just had the feeling that Harry would fail.
And he did.
Soon, Louis heard Harry's innocent little voice in the kitchen. Chuckling, he speed walked over to there. In front of him, there was surprisingly no mess, but Harry was looking puzzled. "How do you make scrambled egg?" He asked.
"Oh, Haz, do you want me to make breakfast?" Louis hung in the doorway.
"No! I want to do it."
"Okay... would you like me to show you how to make breakfast?" To urge him on, Louis walked up behind Harry and pressed his front to Harry's back, hands snaking round Harry's front as he kissed his nape, causing Harry to moan and tilt his head back into Louis' shoulder.
"Ur... yes please."
"Right then." Louis detached himself from Harry entirely, causing the younger boy to tut.
"You did that on purpose; no fair!" Harry whinged.
"Oh shush, you big baby. Do you want any breakfast or not?"
"I thought you were talking in a sexual manner."
"Everything has to be sexual with you, doesn't it." Louis laughed.
"Well, just because you've surpassed the horny stage of life. I am nearly three years younger than you, you know."
"Cute. What do you want for breakfast, anyway?"
"You."
"Harry!"
"Yes?"
"Stop messing around."
"Okay." Harry smiled, making Louis laugh helplessly. Then he realised: he'd have to play Harry's game. Louis sat up on the kitchen surface, shuffling his bum around purposely. Harry stared down Louis' body and noticed just how sexy his boyfriend was. He watched as Louis flipped his fringe out of his eye, and as he moved further down he noticed the bulging bicep on Louis' arms that he always admired. And then he noticed his favourite part of Louis' body.
Even though he was sitting down, Louis' bum still bulged through his baby-blue chinos, and as Louis shuffled it around Harry was sure they were going to split any minute. But they never did.
Harry walked over to Louis, fit snuggly between his swinging legs and reached up slightly he press his lips to Louis' own. It was over pretty much as soon as it started.
"I love you so much." Harry murmured, as his hands traveled around and eventually stopped on Louis' hips.
"I love you so much too, baby. Kiss me, now." Louis' voice grew assertive as his surged his lips unto Harry's and immediately deepened it. Harry moved his hands under Louis' thighs, and lifted up. Louis was surprisingly light, but maybe that's because Louis had his legs wrapped around Harry's waist and was clinging on. Now, Harry got his first quality feel of Louis' backside.
"So hot. So tight." He moaned into Louis' mouth as his boyfriend's weight edged his closer and closer to the other side of the kitchen. Things were getting really hot.
Then Harry stumbled upon a chair leg and fell over backwards. As a cry of pain echoed through the flat, Louis jumped off of Harry, but then tripped over his feet himself. He broke out into a fit of giggles.
Eventually Louis rolled over to Harry and laughed in his face, causing Harry to smile.
They calmed down soon enough and both got up.
"I need to wake the others. We have lyrics to learn." Louis stumbled out of the door, but felt a hand pull him back.
"Your arse is amazing, babe." Harry was still smiling ear-to-ear.
"Thanks." Louis winked flirtatiously, and as he turned round to leave, there was a loud 'fwump' as Harry's hand collided with Louis' bottom. He turned round and gasped. "Cheeky."
Harry felt happy as he sat on the kitchen table chair (which he literally just fell over), as he watched Louis turn the corner in the short hallway. He's mine, he thought.
"Lou, these lyrics are amazing." Liam said in a voice that sounded like it was going to end with a 'but'.
"Thanks." Louis raised an eyebrow.
"But-" everyone groaned at Liam- "-don't you think that they're a bit cheesy?"
"No. I think it's what modern society is looking for. Girls - and guys - love it when you sing a song about them." Louis backed his own corner.
"I don't think we should sing these. They might get the wrong impression." Liam was adamant.
"Do you see any other option?" Harry immediately jumped to his boyfriend's defense. "I mean, we only have an afternoon left until we leave. I don't see any other lyrics we can use."
"I do. Lou's written loads."
"Yeah, but they're shit, Liam." Louis shrugged; then Zayn as well.
"I think we should stick to them. They're great, Louis." Zayn said.
"Yeah, they are - but we might come across as..."
"as what?" Harry interrupted.
"Vein, up ourselves." Liam began. "Snobby." He added. Then he saw out the corner of his eye that Zayn and Niall, who were on the rug, were making hanging symbols in front of their necks. Louis hated the words snob, snobby or snobbish.
"What?" Louis leaned forwards, but then Harry pulled him back with one hand. "How are they snobby at all?"
"People could see them as snobby." Liam just shrugged.
"Well, I don't. But if you don't want to use them, fine. But the rest of us do. So if you still want to overpower the four of us, then do so, I don't care."
"Guys, shut the fuck up!" Niall suddenly exploded, earning gasps from everyone, especially Zayn. "Look at you guys. You're falling out over a song. Now shut it, because if we argue over things like this I dread to think what we will in the near future!
"Now today is the most important day of our dream so far, so you can't throw it out the window now. Got it?" Niall finished, leaving everyone pretty much gobsmacked.
Eventually, Harry piped up. "Only I get to call Louis 'Lou'." He gave Liam an evil glare before leaving.
"Don't worry, he'll get over it. Sorry for snapping." Louis said sheepishly.
"No, no. I'm sorry for starting. I haven't had much sleep. These lyrics are great, we'll sing them." Liam replied.
Niall gave Zayn a victory kiss.