Louis doesn't know what wakes him up, but he knows it's far too early to be awake when he does. The sun shines in through an open window, hitting his face directly. He lets out a little curse as he stretches in the warm bed. 

His foot hits something as he does. Louis' eyebrows knit together as he glances down at the bed next to him. Brown hair is sprawled across a white pillow and the person's back is exposed.  Louis rubs his head soothingly as he lays back down. 

His blue eyes glance around the room, trying to figure out where he's at. It takes a moment, but he recognizes the decor around the room as the guest house room. Why is he in his guest house? 

Slowly, the events of last night come back to him. One... two... three rounds, alcohol, and a shared blunt. A smile spread across Louis' thin lips as he curls back under the white blanket. 

This has been the moment he's been waiting for. Here is he, curled up in bed next to Harry as the sun rises. Sure, they aren't together, but they're here. Louis woke up curled next to the man he loves, a feeling he hasn't had in years. 

As quietly as possible, Louis crawls out of the bed. He takes a moment to look down at Harry, tangled into the blankets with his hair all over the place. Louis' heart swells as he tiptoes out of the room and towards the kitchen. 

The guest house kitchen is smaller than their normal kitchen but comes with everything a usual kitchen would have. A couple of bottles of wine and beer sit around the living room and kitchen. Silently, Louis walks around and picks them up. 

Harry's lips against his and his hands tangled in his hair. He can't catch his breath but he doesn't care. "Fuck, I need to breathe," Louis says finally. Harry pulls away but stays close enough so their lips brush against one another. 

"How about some drinks," Harry whispers. 

They made a mess, that's for sure. Besides the bottles of booze, there's a mess of weed on the table. A couple of photographs have been knocked off the wall along with some decor items Eleanor spent too much on. Louis figures she wouldn't know the difference if they aren't exactly in the same places since they don't come out here often. 

Harry has him pinned to the wall and a photograph digs into Louis' back. He doesn't care. Nothing matters except how many clothes are still between the two of them. "Take this shit off," Louis groans as he fumbles with Harry's trousers.

Louis sighs and knows there's no way he'll be able to clean all of this up on his own. He silently curses himself for making the mess, to begin with, but he wouldn't take any of it back. 

"Fuck, Louis, oh god." 

Knowing the room's a lost cause, Louis makes his way back to the bedroom. Harry still sleeps soundly. Louis tries his best not to disturb him as he slips back into the white duvet next to him. 

"Hmm," Harry grumbles deeply. Louis wraps an arm around Harry's back, pulling him close. He presses a gentle kiss to Harry's shoulder as Harry slowly wakes up. 

"Good morning, Gorgeous," Louis whispers against Harry's shoulder. It takes a couple of seconds for Harry's eyes to open. He's beautiful. 

Louis hasn't seen this face in so long and he could cry as he watches Harry's eyebrows knit together sleepily. This was probably what he missed the most. Sure, the kisses and movie nights were amazing, but waking up next to Harry is Louis' favorite thing. They balanced each other out. Louis always got hot at night, but Harry was always cold. Their chests fit together and everything just... worked. 

"Where am I," Harry grumbles as he looks around the room. Louis lets his arm slip off of Harry's back as Harry sits up. 

"My guest house," Louis replies softly, his hands finding their way to Harry's thigh. He feels like he can never stop touching Harry. A part of him fears that if he stops Harry will disappear. 

"I didn't make it home," Harry asks as he rubs his eyes. He shifts in the bed so Louis is out of reach. 

"Do you... not remember," Louis questions. Harry glances around the room, still trying to wake up. Louis watches as he looks over the bed and pulls a pair of boxers from the floor. Harry doesn't say anything as he slips the fabric over his legs. 

"It's coming back," Harry sighs as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed. Louis climbs over the duvet and wraps an arm around Harry's shoulder. 

"This was nice," Louis whispers. 

Harry turns to him, a look of disgust and regret in his eyes. Tears gather in the green and his pink lips play into a frown. "How can you say that," Harry whispers. 

Louis takes a step back, feeling as if he's been punched. He watches as Harry brings his knees to his chest. "How can I say what? That it was nice," Louis asks. 

Harry turns to him as a tear escapes from his eyes. He quickly wipes it away. "I just cheated on my fiancé, Louis. God, I fucked up." 

He doesn't know what to say to Harry. Louis was under the impression that Sam told Harry he could test the waters. Maybe, admittedly, they did a little more than testing waters. 

"Harry, why don't we just get something to eat and talk it out," Louis suggests. Harry's already standing up and gathering his belongings from around the room. 

Hurriedly, Louis gets up and follows him out of the room as Harry struggles to tug on his trousers. "Let's just talk about it," Louis shouts as Harry enters the living room. 

Harry stops in his path and glances around at the mess they've made. "Please, Hazza, talk to me," Louis whispers. He reaches a hand out to grab Harry's shoulder but Harry only jerks his shoulder away and storms out of the house. 

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Oop, things are steaming up. What do you think is gonna happen? Leave a comment! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B