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Louis POV

Waking up this morning is.. strange.. but in a good way. I can smell pancakes being cooked which forces my mind to wake up with the desire of eating. My stomach is rumbling as I realise I haven't eaten anything since before the show yesterday. 

I groan and roll onto my back, running a hand over my grumbling stomach. 

"yes yes alright. I know your hungry - geez!" I mutter to myself in frustration because I am so hungry but.. I also don't want to move. 

I feel an unexpected sense wash over me of.. amusement maybe? But it doesn't feel quite right. My eyes widen and my hand shoots up to my neck, fingers running over my brand new bonding mark, realising that I am feeling Harry's emotions. 

A very happy smile takes over my face as I close my eyes, taking in the enormity of what we did. We did it.. we bonded.. and I couldn't be happier. My eyes snap open when I feel someone staring at me and I find Harry leaning on the doorframe, smiling softly at me. He pushes himself off the frame, muscles shifting under his grey shirt and long legs tightly clad in black jeans as he makes his way over to me. 

"Hey princess" he says quietly, strands of hair falling out from behind his ear as the morning breeze flows through the room. 

"Heyyy. I'm no princess" I pout up at him. He chuckles and sits on the edge of the bed, the warmth from his body a welcoming contrast to the cold of my bare skin. His emerald eyes move to where my hand is still over our bonding mark and my heart skips a beat when his warm hand gently moves mine away. 

A lopsided grin forms on his face as he looks at my neck, brushing his thumb over the mark and sending a shiver through my body. Pride wells up in him, in me, and he leans down, pressing his lips to the mark. I let out a content sigh. I feel so... happy. 

"Come on princess. I shall carry you to the pancakes so you don't have to move a muscle" he chuckles and winks at me before standing up and picking me up bridal style. I roll my eyes and push his face away so I'm not face to face with his smug grin.

"You know.. this feeling each other's feelings thing might not be such a good thing after all" I mumble and feel his cheeks move into another grin as he turns around to head into the kitchen. I move my hands around his neck and nuzzle into his warm neck for the short walk to the table. 

He sets me down and I'm suddenly very aware that I am only in my boxers. Before I can say anything, a fluffy white robe is placed over my shoulders and a warm kiss is placed on my cheek before he moves to sit at the other side of the table. 

I feel a blush heat up my cheeks and I quickly put the robe on properly and sit down, linking my ankle with Harry's under the table. I look down at the chocolate chip pancakes that he cooked for breakfast and it brings back memories of the last time I tried to "help" him make these. I giggle to myself before taking my first bite, an almost embarrassing moan escaping from how good they are. 

"Thanks Haz. These are amazing" I smile at him as i stuff more into my mouth. 

"Only the best for you Lou" 

Once we finish eating and we (but really only Harry) washes the dishes it's nearly time to check out. As I go to pack my bag I remember that I didn't actually bring anything with me.. and come to think of it I don't remember Harry bringing anything either so where did his clothes come from?

I snap out of my thoughts and swiftly turn on my heel from where I was standing in the middle of the room. 

"HAROLD!" I yell, not angrily - just loudly

"Yes Lewis?" he replies from the bedroom. I walk in to see him putting our dirty clothes in a bag that's on the bed. 

"Where'd that bag come from? And the clothes you're wearing? What am I supposed to wear? I can't walk out of here in a bathrobe" I throw the questions at him and he chuckles as he walks over and grabs my hands that were flailing around as I talked. 

A somewhat pained expression crosses his face and I feel his apprehension as he speaks his next words.

"Well.. I had a backup plan in case things didn't go well last night" he moves a hand to rub the back of his neck - something he does when he's uncomfortable -  and he breaks eye contact. "If you still didn't want to talk to me after the concert than I thought I should stay somewhere else for a little while until you were ready to see me so I packed a bag with some clothes just in case"

My heart breaks a little and I reach up and turn his face back to me. I kiss him gently and pull him into a tight hug, arms wrapped around his neck and his wrapping around my waist. I stay in his warm embrace until he sighs happily. I pull back, tilting my head to the side as I remember that he didn't have this bag last night.

"When did the bag get here? I don't remember it coming in with us" 

He smiles sheepishly.

"Well.. I asked Paul to drop it off after I knew where we were staying, I went down this morning and picked it up from the front desk." 

"Huh" I reply "But seriously Harold. What am I going to wear?" 

"Yeahhhh I didn't think that far ahead. But you can just wear something of mine?" He pulls away and goes back to the bag, pulling out some of his clothes.

"Ummm... what kind of clothes did you pack?" my mind instantly fears that I will be wearing one of his loud button up shirts. He barks out a laugh, obviously knowing where my thoughts went.

"Don't worry love. I only packed casual clothes"

I breath out a sigh of relief and take the clothes he hands before he zips the bag up and goes into the living area. I remove the robe and pull on the clothes, consisting of black jeans and a white graphic tee. I frown, looking down to see I practically swim in his clothes. Harry walks in and freezes, choking on air and looking at me. I roll my eyes and throw my hands in the air.

"I know I know. You're just a giant Harry! I look ridiculous!" 

He blinks a few times, eyes scanning my body before realising my distress and quickly shuffles over to me. 

"Actually Lou. I love seeing you in my clothes" he steps closer, hands gripping onto my waist. "Smelling like me" his voice drops and his face moves to my neck, breathing in deeply. "Letting everyone know that you're mine" A whine leaves my mouth in response to the protectiveness that his alpha is displaying and I curl into his chest, letting him hold me tight against him. 

We are interrupted by his phone ringing and it startles us apart. The phone continues to ring as we stand there, taking the time needed to get our heads back to the present. A few deep breaths later and Harry is back to his cheeky self. 

"You look so cute!" he says in a high pitched voice. 

"Oh shove off" I retort and he chuckles in response. 

"I have an idea, come with me." I follow him into the living area and he pulls a denim jacket out and hands it to me. "There, that should hide the fact that my shirt looks like a dress on you" he grins smugly.

I narrow my eyes at him but can't help but break into a smile at his antics. And he is right, the jacket will help. I put it on, roll the shirt up a little and put my shoes on. The jeans are a little loose and bunch at my ankles but it's better than the robe.

"Come on babe. That was our driver calling. He's ready to pick us up. I have like, 50 missed calls from the guys as well so I'll give them a call on the way down."

We make our way out of the room, Harry talking to Liam on the phone, and me holding the bag. He briefly tells Liam that we are safe, and stayed in a hotel for the night and that we will explain everything when we get there. He hangs up and takes the bag from me as we make our way downstairs. 

I smile as I notice that Harry always finds a way to be touching me without even realising it. Whether it's a soft hand on my lower back guiding me towards the elevator, his arm wrapped around my waist as we stand in the elevator or his arm over my shoulder as we walk out to the car. 

And I absolutely love it.