When The Smoke Is In Your Eyes (l.s.)

06.06.15

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"Stop staring at me you freak." Louis grumbled, he didn't even have to have his eyes open to know that Harry was watching him sleep and when the older boy laughed he knew he was right."

"Can't help that you're gorgeous." Harry said unapologetically, kissing Louis forehead.

Louis opened his eyes and looked up at Harry who was still staring at him.

"I don't know what you're expecting from me but I'm not getting up until at least 10am."

"Good thing it's 10:30 then." Harry replied teasingly, rubbing the soft skin at the bottom of Louis' back.

"Eleven then, I'm tired." The younger boy whined, burying his face into Harrys neck and breathing slowly.

"You can sleep in the car, besides, isn't your hospital appointment today?"

"Oh crap, I completely forgot about that."

Harry laughed then they were both quiet, laying next to each other in bed listening to the soft sound of one another's breathing. A whine came from Louis when he heard his phone go off, trying to reach it on the bedside table but failing because his arms were too short. All it was was a text from Jess asking what time they'd be at the hotel because they had to be out by midday.

"We should probably get up." Harry told him although he made no means to get up and instead moved further under the covers.

"Or you can get up and get me some cereal and I'll have a shower." Louis grinned, pecking Harry's lips lightly before shoving him out of the bed and wrapping the duvet round him burrito style.

"You're lucky I love you."

Louis giggled and stuck his tongue out at Harry as the older boy left the room. When Louis had showered and gotten dressed he headed out to the kitchen, Luke was sat at the table with his head in his hands groaning while Michael had plastered himself to the blonde boys back and was resting his chin on his head.

"Regret going to that party last night?" Louis asked, sitting next to him and taking the bowl of coco pops Harry offered him with a smile.

"Luke's always grumpy in the morning, doesn't matter if he's hungover or not." Michael replied, laughing when Luke reached round slapped him in the stomach.

Harry went to get ready himself, leaving Louis in the kitchen with Luke and Michael. He didn't mind though, enjoying watching the constant harassment Michael gave to Luke. It was almost admirable how much Luke put up with, just rolling his eyes and laughing every now and then.

He'd finished his bowl of cereal by the time Harry returned, the older boy insisting that they should probably leave if they wanted to get to the hotel on time. So they said goodbye to the other two and left, Louis riding shotgun and changing the radio station every time a song came on that Harry liked.

They'd picked up the three from the hotel and all four teenagers managed to persuade Harry into letting them get something to eat for the journey. He only caved when Louis stuck out his bottom lip and widened his eyes, sighing and giving in before warning them that if they made any mess in the car he'd make them walk.

Ten minutes into the journey Louis shut them all up and got his phone out of his pocket to call his mum. The woman was still unaware of anything going on with Harry and was happy to know that he was on his way home, she didn't even mention anything about his hospital appointment that day.