✧ five ✧

Louis and Charlie lay in bed, well, on a blowup mattress in a room full of packed boxes. The blonde is on his phone, mind overthinking the events that took place earlier that night and Louis is reading, the book held firmly in his hands, his eyebrows pulled together in concentration and lips parted, mouthing the words he reads ever so slightly.

"What did you think of the neighbours?" Charlie questions warily after clearing his throat relatively loud. He raises his eyebrows at Louis as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his thin face looking even more sunken in than it usually does.

Louis glances over at him with a smile. He places his book onto the floor after closing it, the bookmark spilling out. He pulls the covers up over his shoulder and turns to Charlie, wrapping his arm around the slightly youngers waist. "They seem lovely... What do you think?"

"I like the parents, Anne and David." Charlie puts down his phone and cuddles under the blankets against Louis, breathing in the familiar scent of his husband's cologne. "Not the boy."

Louis exhales a shaky breath, not going unnoticed by Charlie. "Why?" His voice comes out high pitched and laced with nerves.

"He was eye-fucking you all night." Charlie pouts and nuzzles his face against Louis' neck. Louis places his hand on the back of Charlie's head, combing through his light, soft hair.

"You have nothing to worry about... He is young, you know how teens are," he tries to joke, not wanting Charlie to suspect anything.

"I do," Charlie snorts and looks up at Louis, his brown eyes glimmering with mischief. He makes the move to straddle Louis, pressing his lips to the olders own immediately.

Louis pushes himself up onto his elbows, sliding one of his hands to the back of Charlie's neck, turning his head to deepen the kiss. But then he is pulling away, resting his forehead on the blondes own. "We have had a big day of moving and unpacking... I think we should just get some sleep, maybe."

Charlie sighs in frustration, but nods and rolls off of Louis. He repositions himself so his head is on Louis' chest and his hand is rested on Louis' stomach.

"Did we make the right choice moving here?" Charlie asks softly, his heart heavy with regret. "Do you think we will be happy here?"

"I do, love. Everything will work out, don't you worry your pretty little head."

A/N: let me know your thoughts! xo