Harry's POV

Harry turned to his side, eyes opening to reveal Louis curled into a ball in search of warmth, the blanket having slid off his body. Smiling already, Harry pulled the blanket over him and Louis adorably stretched and tugged the blanket closer, a ghost of a smile sliding onto his face in his sleep.

A patch of sunlight crept in through the narrow opening on the curtain and alighted itself in such an angle that Louis was bathed in the warm glow.

Under that light, Louis, if possible managed to look even more beautiful while Harry stared at him transfixed.

Lashes he thought, a little nonsensically, unable to look away. Louis opened his eyes a little, smiled when he saw Harry before closing his eyes again.   Lashes, cheekbones, blue, ocean blue eyes. Fuck, Louis was just so gorgeous, all sharp angles and soft curves, a synthesis of contradictions. How was it possible for someone to be this beautiful?

It was time to go to work but he absolutely didn't feel like leaving an adorably sleepy Louis alone. Not to mention Louis was sure to wake up with a massive hangover and would need Harry there to put up with his foul moods and tantrums. But he had already missed work last week and next he couldn't afford to lose this job.

He showered quickly and stirred up a concoction that his mother used to make for him that could make even the worst hangovers seem manageable.

He kept it by the bedside and left Louis a note, not wanting to wake him up just yet.

With one last look back at his sleeping form, Harry gently closed the door and left for work.

It had only been four months since the two had moved in together but Louis had already crept into his heart, claiming it his own.

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Louis' POV

Louis woke up to a phantom hangover.

Gruffly he called for Harry a few times, his throat burning before he realised that he must have left for work.

Why the fuck is there sunlight here!?What do we have curtains for if the sun is still visible.

Flinching under the sunlight, he roughly drew the curtains properly shut.

He was never drinking again. To hell with Niall and his 'let's go get wasted nights'

Dimly he wondered what on earth he had drunk the last night that had caused him this bad a hangover.

Using his brain hurt so he decided to go throw up and get that done with.

He rushed to the bathroom, longing for Harry's soothing back rub as he expelled out the contents of his stomach.

Feeling a little more awake, he washed his face and mouth,flinching again at the contact with the cold water.

He walked back into the room wanting to text his boss and tell him he was sick when he saw a glass filled with a murky looking liquid and a neatly folded note.

Harry.

Despite his hangover, his face broke into a smile as he lifted up the note.

Dear Lou,
I didn't want to wake you up so I'm writing this note.

I'm presuming you have a horrible hangover so I've left you that glass of a concoction that really helps in this case .

I know it looks disgusting but please have it, there's no kale I promise.

Also, I texted Niall and told him to inform your boss that you would not be going to work today so just sit back and relax.

I'll see you in a couple of hours!

Take care, lots of love
Harry

P.S. Not signing it with a kiss because you freaked out when I did it last time.
-.-

Louis was grinning ear to ear by the time he reached the end of the note. 

He got hold of the glass and gulped it down, pinching his nose shut.

It tasted rank and disgusting but and most instantly,  the fire in his insides cooled down and he began feeling like a normal,functioning human being again.

What the hell would he do without his Harry.

Slowly, bit by bit, the events of last night began playing in his mind in in a jumbled haze.

Quickly he dialled Niall.

"Niall I need the details."

"Huh?what details?" Niall replied, disorientated.

"Details of what happened last night Niall what else!?"

"Oh when you kept singing that Harry song?  How did it go again? Oh yes.. bring back, bring back, bring back my Hary to me."

"Fuck."

"Did you'll?"

"Shut up Niall"

"I thought you had a hangover? Harry texted me. You seem pretty fine to me, don't know what I'm taking your shift for." Niall grumbled before putting down the phone.

Louis sank down on the bed thinking, the memories of last night becoming clear slowly. He remembers feeling crushed when Harry was away with Lucas, he remembers pining for Harry, he remembers falling..falling right into Harry's arms, he remembers Harry caring for him and washing his face, he remembers Harry helping him out of his jeans and into his sweatpants...

His mind began whirling in a hundred different directions, thought of all kind spiralling in, oddly enough, most of these thoughts involved Harry.

He thought of Harry's strong arms around him, holding him firm and steady.

He thought of his warm green eyes and how they always shone with life.

He thought of Harry in general, with his dimples and curls and pink lips, always selfless and radiating comfort and happiness.

He thought of how Harry was always so sweet, so kind,  so perfect,so gentle, the way he took care of him, the way he was always there for him. The way he always put up with Louis' moodswings and random outbursts, the fact that inspite of being shunned by his own family, he still didn't lose his faith in humanity all he wanted was good for others. He was literally a human angel.

Fuck. What the hell was happening to him?! Was he falling for Harry? But he was straight, it wasn't possible...

But what if it was?

Author's Note

The italics represent their some of their thoughts  in case you were confused :)

I'm so happy to be writing again! 3 days without reading or writing killed me.

Little Loubear is slowly beginning to realise that he might not be 'infact straight', how do you feel about that?

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, happy reading xx