Okay, so later on in this chapter Louis uses the word bestest, can we just pretend it isn't in the Oxford dictionary?? I tried looking for a word that wasn't in it but I couldn't find one ahah.

Also, this is a very fluffy/ filler chapter. Next one is action (not really action but drama) packed so I thought I'd let you have this first. So enjoy!!!!

(Again edited by KattyLuv17 )

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When Louis awakes the next morning, it's with a smile but an empty bed.

He could remember clearly the night before: how he had come back to Harry's after saying goodbye to Jade, and how he had fallen asleep in Harry's bed whilst watching some reality show on the TV.

He sat himself up and scanned the room tiredly, seeing no sign of Harry.

He sighed, pushing the covers back and swinging his legs off of the bed, stretching as he stood onto the carpeted floor, a small noise escaping his mouth. He yawned and scratched his head as he made his way down the stairs, guessing that was where Harry was.

He knew he was right when he heard Harry's voice coming from the kitchen.

"I told you no!"

Louis scrunched his eyebrows together, slowed down his walking and peeked through the crack the door.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't, not now nor ever."

Louis saw Harry with his phone pressed to his ear and him pouring some kind of batter into a frying pan.

"Look I have to go. Louis will be down soon. You have my final answer. So please, don't ring again. Goodbye!"

He watched for a second longer as Harry huffed and slid his phone into his back pocket. That was when he thought it would be a good time to arrive. He faked a yawn as he pushed the kitchen door open, smiling over to Harry when he turned.

"Morning, baby," Louis blushes slightly at the nickname.

"Morning," He walked right into Harry's open arms, being engulfed by the taller boys warmth.

"Were you just on the phone?" He asked, acting as if he was oblivious to what he had just seen.

"Yeah, just a friend seeing if I was busy today. But I told them no. I thought we could do something today, instead," Harry smiled and Louis- not for one second- thought he was lying, so he took his word for it.

"Hmm, sounds nice," Louis giggled, snuggling back into the crook of Harry's neck.

"Good. Now you go sit, I've made breakfast."

So Louis does, and he grinned when Harry placed a plate of pancakes down in front of him. He dug into the plate right away.

"Where's your parents?" He asked, taking a sip of the orange juice Harry had set out.

Harry swallowed his food before answering, "They had an event they needed to supervise or something. I don't know. They'll be back later though. Mum wants you to stay for dinner, if that is alright."

Louis nodded, sliding his plate away from himself before hopping down from the breakfast bar.

"Sounds good to me!" He then picked up his plate, placed a kiss on Harry's cheek as he walked past him and put all of his washing into the dishwasher.

"Okie dokie," Harry stood from his stool. "So," Louis turned to face the boy who was now stood before him. "What do you want to do today then?"

"Hmm.." Louis hummed, taking a step forward he wrapped his arms around Harry's neck.

Harry's arms automatically found their way around Louis' petite waist. Louis stood up on his toes, pressing a short kiss to Harry's soft lips. "Can we just stay in? I don't feel like leaving the house today."

Harry chuckled but nodded anyway. "Sure. C'mon, let's go get dressed then we can find out what we are going to do." Louis smiled, unwrapping his arms from around Harry's neck and began his way out of the room and up the stairs. Harry was close behind.

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Once both boys were dressed, they were both found themselves sat down on Harry's bed with a scrabble board between them (after a lot of persuading from Harry, that is).

"That's not a word Louis!" Harry smirked up at his boy- who had decided against wearing any makeup today.

Harry enjoyed seeing the boy bare faced just as much as he liked the boy wearing makeup. He liked how Louis felt comfortable enough around him to not wear the products.

"Yes it is Harold!" Harry raised an eyebrow, questioning both, the nickname and the word he had chosen to write.

"Check," Harry smirked again.

"Check what?" Louis asked, glaring because he knew what was coming.

"There is a dictionary on my dresser" Harry pointed to the small set of draws by his bed. "Check and see if bestest is really a word."

Louis glared harder, his eye squinting as much as he possible could have without being completely closed. However, he still picked up the book and flipped it to the right page, when seeing nothing, he slammed the book shut and turned to Harry who was now laughing.

Louis pouted, putting the large book to the side and crossing his arms over his chest. "Shut it." Louis hushed Harry when he went to speak.

"I did tell you it wasn't a word!" Harry chuckled again.

Louis sighed and let himself fall back on the bed.

"I give up!" He huffed dramatically.

"Aww, baby you were doing good!" Harry said and Louis could hear the board being moved.

"You were winning by so many points. Have you ever lost a game of scrabble in your life? Because the way you were just playing, it didn't seem like it." Louis was staring at the ceiling when he felt a pressure either side of his thighs.

Next thing he knew, Harry's face was in front of his, sporting a giant grin.

"Well, there was that time when I was six and my dad beat me-"

"Oh shut up!" Louis giggled, using his right hand to hit at Harry's chest playfully. Harry carried on grinning down at him and Louis suddenly felt self-conscious.

"What?" He whined.

"Nothing." Louis raised an eyebrow. "You're beautiful." Louis blushed and Harry leant down, pressing their lips together.

Louis' arms reached up and his fingers tugged at the small strands of hair at the top of Harry's neck. Harry let out a low humming noise of agreement and Louis responded by tugging just that little harder.

Harry shifted over Louis, making himself more comfortable - now between the boy's legs, his arms either side of Louis' head.

And they kissed until they heard the front door open and close three floors below them.

Harry groaned, pecking Louis' lips once, twice, three times before sitting up in the bed and pulling Louis up too. Louis giggled and stood from the bed, standing right in front of Harry.

"S'your parents?" He asked.

"Mhm, think so," Harry stood from the bed. "Let's go check."

He took a hold of Louis' hand, intertwining their fingers, grinning. He looked at how swollen and red Louis' lips were and almost felt proud. He had done that.

Louis smiled and nodded before following Harry out of his bedroom and down the two flights of stairs.

The pair were in the middle of laughing at one of Harry's lame jokes when they walking into the living room. The laughing stopped however, when their eyes landed on a new figure in the room. A fifth member. "Gemma?" Harry asked, his face breaking into a grin.

The girl who was stood between Harry's parents turned and smiled at her younger sibling. "Hey little bro." Harry noticed her eyes land on the small boy beside him and he chuckled.

"Gem, this is Louis, Louis this is my sister, Gemma," Louis sent a small wave and a warm smile to which Gemma returned.

"You were right. What you said on the phone, he is cute," She turned to her mum, Anne laughing quietly.

"Told you so."

Louis blushed deeply, trying to hide as much as he could behind Harry.

"Right." The taller boy laughed. "That's enough, you're embarrassing my boyfriend."

There again, the boyfriend.

"Sorry, sorry," Gemma chuckled, opening her arms.

"So where's my hug? I haven't seen you in months, s' the least you could give me." Harry shook his head in a joking manner as he squeezed Louis' hand before letting go.

Louis smiled for the side as he watched the two siblings embrace. If the day before had not happened, he probably would have looked away, the sight would have hurt him too much to watch. But the fact that he knew he had his sister back, who he could hug just like Harry had Gemma, it made his heart swell.

"Louis?" Louis looked up to Anne, his eyebrows raised. "You're staying for dinner, right?"

"Uh, yeah, Harry mentioned it," Anne nodded, walking towards him.

"Okay, great. It'll give you time to meet Gemma properly. You can stay the night as well, it'll be easier on everyone that way," Louis nodded to the woman.

"Yeah, that should be okay. I'll have to ring Megan to check, but I'm sure she'll be fine with it!" Anne grinned.

"Great!" She turned to her husband and two children.

"I'm going to get started on dinner. Harry why don't you and Louis get ready and I'll call for you when it's done?" Harry nodded and smiled, walking to Louis before taking him up the stairs.

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Dinner had gone down great. Louis and Gemma got on amazingly well and Harry, to be quite honest, was a little jealous with how fast the two clicked.

"I think she likes you a little too much," Harry chuckled as he and Louis walking into his bedroom.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" Louis laughed, sitting in the bed, beginning to take his socks off.

"You two got on really well, too soon. I don't know if I should be relieved or worried," Harry joked, walking to Louis and standing between the boy's legs.

"Hmm, y'know what, we might even run away together. You better start worrying Styles," Louis giggled, reaching forward and taking off Harry's shirt.

"Oh really?" Harry played along, returning the favour and helping Louis get rid of the pink crop top he was wearing.

"Uh huh!" Louis grinned up at him and Harry couldn't help himself from leaning down and planting a kiss on his lips.

"Right," Harry sighed, standing straight. "You get your pyjamas on and get into bed, I'm gonna go say goodnight to everyone and grab you a bottle of water. 'Kay?"

"Okay," Louis smiled warmly and watched Harry leave.

He walked to Harry's bedside table, the one he now claims as his own, and grabbed the pair of pyjamas which lays inside.

The soft fabric fitted to his body and he instantly felt more comfortable. He pulled the covers back in the left side of the bed before climbing in and turning off the lamp.

Okay, and maybe he did make himself stay awake until Harry joined him, but he always slept better in that boys arms. So who could blame him?