November.

The rain was pounding down against the windows. Harry was curled up on the sofa with a book. Clifford was curled up next to him, head rested on Harry's lap and the Caspian was stretched across the back of the sofa and Cindy was on the arm. Louis was working in the pub nextdoor, even though it was pretty quiet.

Harry had finished his work at the bakery early, the amount of customers coming in was small due to the weather.

He was in a pair of his boxers and one of Louis's knitted jumpers, a blanket around his shoulders.

The fire was blazing from across the room, scarlett and amber shadows dancing across the walls and furniture.

Harry heard the door open from behind him, dropping his head back over his shoulder to look towards it.

"Well this is very cosy, isn't it?" Louis smiled at him.

"You look pretty." Harry said softly as he shifted so his body was facing Louis without disturbing the animals around him.

"Thank you darling." Louis grinned. "You look like a Disney princess with all those animals around you."

"I am a Disney princess." Harry giggled.

"I know you are princess."

"You finished work?"

"Not quite, just having a break."

"But I want to cuddle. It's perfect cuddling weather."

"I'm sorry love, I can't shut the pub yet, still got quite a few customers."

Harry just pouted. "What about a cuddle now?"

"Well, you've got sleeping animals surrounding you. Don't wanna wake them."

"Louis."

"H, I'm not sure Cliff will appreciate getting woken up. Do you want tea?" Louis tried not to laugh at Harry's desperation. Harry frowned, and Louis was sure he saw tears in Harry's eyes. "No, baby I'm sorry."

Harry looked away, embarrassed at how easily he had just got upset.

"Bambi, I was only joking. I didn't mean to upset you." Louis walked in front of Harry carefully.

"I know, I don't know." He mumbled.

"Is something else going on?"

"No." Harry sighed, "just feels like a normal day, I'm just not sure. Miss you maybe."

"Darling, are you sure there's nothing else going on?"

"There's not. I promise, I'd tell you if there was." Harry spoke honestly. "I just really want a hug."

"In that case, Cliff, I'm kindly asking you to bugger off so I can cuddle H."

Clifford barely acknowledged him, just lifting his head slightly.

"Right cats and dog, dinnertime!" He tried, and this got all their attention. "I'll feed them and then we can cuddle."

"Okay." Harry stared after him, giggling at the trail of animals that followed him in a single file line.

//

Louis lay down on the sofa, pulling Harry down with him and into his side. "You appear to be missing your trousers Mr Styles."

"Tomlinson." Harry spoke softly.

"Tomlinson hmm?"

"Wanna have your last name. If we get married."

"When we get married." Louis corrected. "As long as you want marriage, so do I."

"Of course I do. Can I have your last name? Your family feel more like a family to me than mine do. Other than Gemma of course." Over the past few months Harry had become incredibly close with Louis's family, with Jay being like his mother.

"Harry Tomlinson it shall be." Louis pressed a kiss to his temple and Harry nuzzled into him.

"Thank you."

"I love you my darling."

"I love you so much." Harry murmured back before letting out a squeak.

"Harold, there's a cat on you."

"Really?" Harry gasped dramatically, "I would never have known."

"Enough of that tone please Harold."

"Kiss?"

"Kiss." Louis pressed their lips together.

"I can't move." Harry whispered, eyes bright as he tried to look at the cat which was now sat on him.

"Caspian, there's a mouse over there." Louis pointed and Caspian immediately jumped off.

"Woah, how did you do that?"

"Caspian likes mice."

"There wasn't actually a mouse though, was there?"

"No, of course not. That would be mean for the mouse. There's a toy one though. Oh sweetheart, I've got to get back to work. Oh shit, and before I forget again, Niall and Liam and Zayn want to come over for tea. Is that alright?"

"Yeah, that'll be nice. Oh my god, I need to start cooking then."

"I can make something later if you want."

"I've got nothing better to do. What should I make?"

"Make your spaghetti or casserole."

"Casserole. It's good casserole weather."

"I think they'll be here around half 6."

"Better get started then." Harry smiled. "Finish up as early as you can."

"I will. Have fun, don't burn the house down."

"Hey, I'm a baker." Harry crossed his arms.

"Really? Who knew?" Louis laughed, waving goodbye to Harry as he walked out of the door.

//

"It's fucking pissing it down." Niall ran into the house.

"You startled me!" Harry's eyes went wide.

"Lads, I've found a cocoon!" Niall shouted back at Liam and Zayn who Harry assumed were in the hallway.

"Huh?" Harry frowned.

"Harry, you're wrapped in a blanket from head to toe. It's wrapped around your head. Cocoon."

"Oh, yes. It was cold."

"Oh, hello, lots of people." He heard Louis say.

"More people in living room." Harry called.

"Well I assumed you were in there love. Niall, you too?"

"Me too." He confirmed.

"Harry, have you found your trousers yet?"

"Oh don't tell me you two just had sex." Liam groaned. "Especially not on the sofa."

"No, no. Haven't got to christening that piece of furniture yet." Louis waved his hand in dismissal.

"I don't know what's safe to touch and what not to touch." Zayn wrinkled his nose.

"Everything down here is safe. I do own an inn, remember? Can't just be fucking with people walking around. Would be bad for business."

"So...what I'm hearing is everything is safe to touch except for the stuff in your room?"

"Precisely."

"Lou, can you get me some trousers instead of talking about where we fuck?"

"Ah yes, good idea. I'll be right back. Joggers? Pyjama-ry ones? Posho ones?"

"Just whatever cosy ones." Harry shrugged.

Louis gave him a thumbs up before turning on his heel and jogging upstairs.

//

The five were now all sat on the sofas. It was dark out, and had been since they got there.

They each had a glass of red wine, sipping it as they talked and laughed. Clifford had curled up on one side of Louis, his head in Louis's lap. Niall had stolen the cats, insistent that they were talking to him. He had had a few too many drinks.

Harry stood up, walking over to the piano and placing his wine glass on top of it.

He sat down, getting out his sheet music and allowing his fingers to dance over the keys.

Adore You. He played it more softly, a slower tempo than he had originally written it as. He began to sing along, Louis staring at him fondly as the room watched in admiration. Even the cats stopped mewling at Niall (not talking to him).

God, Louis was so in love with his boy. His boy with the voice like honey and the heart of gold. His boy.

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