The first thing I feel when I wake up is the glare of the sun assaulting my eyes. The second is an arm around my waist and a warm body pressed to my back causing me to stiffen. What the hell? Then the events of last night come flooding back to me. I mentally face palm. I was so embarrassing, and stupid.

I slowly turn around to look at Louis. His face is hand crafted by the Greek gods. Even while he's asleep he looks like an angel. With a maroon jumper and messy hair, I've got heaven within inches of my face. There's half a smile gracing his features and the world with his beauty. His long, outrageously long, lashes rest on his cheeks. He's a great person to just sit and like, admire what he's like. All of his breathtakingly beautiful existence. He suddenly opens his eyes wide.

"Take a picture, Harold. It'll last longer." He laughs softly.

"You're awake." I mutter embarrassedly.

"It's hard not to wake up when a certain someone decided to turn with so much movement it felt like an earthquake and then proceeded to stare." I mentally groan. So I wasn't as slow and discreet in my movement as I thought. "By the way, we don't have school today, so we're free. Do you wanna go somewhere or something?"

"Sure it'll be fun." I shrug and his face lights up.

"It's going to be the funnest day ever!! Just be ready by 10." I pick up my phone and text mum to tell her I'll be spending the day with Louis and not to worry. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back into his chest. I let out a little laugh and turn around to face him, but he's already asleep. I tuck my face into his chest and kiss his neck, nuzzling into his warmth. He laughs softly and strokes my hair. He was awake. He opens his and raises an eyebrow a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Oops?" I offer with a little giggle.

"Hi." He smiles fondly and licks my nose lightly.

"Eugh." I wipe my nose on his jumper trying to contain the butterflies in my stomach.

"Hey." He stretches out the syllables and pouts. "You love me." I sigh inwardly at the truth in the statement.

"I suppose I do. Just a little bit though."

He gasps dramatically. "I shared my clothes and my bed with you."

"Lou..." I look at him. "Shut up." He pouts again.

"Mean." He whispers.

"Oh god fine I love you, now go to sleep. We have to wake up soon if we want to go out by 10." He smiles brightly and tangles his legs with mine. He plays with my hair and I slowly start drifting off to sleep.

Just as sleep is about to overtake me, he asks, "Harry, hypothetically speaking, if I were to ask you on a date, what would you say?"

"Mmmmghfhm," I nuzzle closer to him, "I don't know Lou, lemme sleep." I mumble sleepily. I sense his pout before I see it. "Hypothetically speaking, I'd kiss you." And then the I fall asleep.

-x-

"Harry Harry Harry! Wake up! Go shower! We're leaving in half an hour."

"Where? What? Where are we going?"

"You'll see. Come on, get up you lazy bum, the boys will be coming soon." He lightly hits my butt. I bury my face deeper into the pillow, which, ah, smells like Louis.

"What are you talking about?" I groan, trying to discreetly inhale more of Louis' scent from the pillow.

"Niall, Liam, Zayn and Josh. We're all going out together."

"But I don't wanna get out of bed." I whine.

"Oh really... Have it your way..." He climbs on top of me and attacks my sides with his quick fingers.

"Louis!!!" I shriek. "No don't do that!!" I try to swat his hands away. "Lou no!! STOP!" I squeal trying to get away from him.

"NOPE."

"Ah, no, stop, I'm up, oh god stop." I can't stop giggling.

He huffs and gets up "Come on, up you lazy ass." He tugs on my legs and I get up. "I hate you Tommo." I sigh.

"Oh shut up you don't."

"I do. But anyway..." I rub my eyes. "Where are we going?" I ask through a yawn.

"Bowling."

"I don't like bowling." I pout.

"Why? It's fun."

"I'm crap at it."

"You've never been, have you?"

I smile sheepishly. "No, not really." I awkwardly rub the back of my neck.

He laughs. "If it's any consolation, I'm actually really, pretty shit at it."

"Well you are pretty," I sigh, "and you're most definitely a little shit. So I guess you're pretty shit."

"Harold!" He protests indignantly, the word laced with laughter.

"It's Harry!" I say hotly giving him a reproachful look.

"Okay Harold." He laughs and promptly leaves the room. "Be ready in 20 minutes." He calls out loudly.

I sigh and push off the blanket quickly showering and washing my hair. When I get out with a towel wrapped around my hair, I see Louis carefully fixing his hair in the mirror. "LOU?" I call loudly causing him to nearly jump out of his skin and mess up his hair.

"Harry!!" He reprimands and huffs irritably throwing his hands up in the air. "Now you've ruined my hair."

I frown, mentally chiding myself. "Lou?" I call out softly.

"What do you want?" He asks exasperatedly turning around to face me and placing his hands on his hips. A frown creasing his forehead and annoyance evident on his face.

I look down, feeling guilty. "'M sorry. Didn't wanna ruin your hair." I nervously twist the bottom of my shirt and shuffle my feet uneasily.

"It's whatever Harry." He says dismissively turning back to the mirror and trying to fix his hair again. I silently stand there watching him try to fix the mess I caused. I feel horrible.

"Louis?"

Louis glares at himself in the mirror and his hands yank on the quiff he'd been so carefully trying to perfect.

"Harry what the fuck is your problem?" He grits his teeth, leaning on the dresser, his eyes angrily focused on me.

I wince. He never swears at me. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to be mad at me."

He turns around, looking furious and angrily throws up his hands making me cower and take two steps away from him and hold my hands over my head to shield myself.

His expression immediately softens and he hurries over to me. His hands gently grip my forearms and pull them down to expose my face. "Harry," he whispers softly.

I look up to the ceiling trying to contain my tears.

"Oh God I'm so sorry, love! I didn't mean to upset you this way. Shit, oh lord, you thought I was going to hit you. I'm so sorry, Hazza." He cups my face in his hands and gently swipes his thumb under my eye, with just enough pressure to catch the tear that was threatening to fall. "I'm so sorry I raised my voice at you."

"I'm sorry I messed up your hair."

"It's fine Harry, it's just hair, I overreacted, just, I was in a bad mood and I took it out on you. I'm so sorry." He then smiles, his hands coming to rest on my waist.

"What is it? Why are you smiling?" I let out a small laugh. (Which Louis will later proclaim was a giggle which it is not!)

"Your hair."

"Huh?" I try to look up at my hair.

"I mean... That towel turban. It's... For lack of a better word because I shall not use the word cute... Endearing."

At this I let out a giggle. (Even I know that wasn't a small laugh) "My hair were wet... Didn't know what to do."

He gently pulls off the towel and my wet hair cause droplets of water to fall on his face. He runs his fingers through my wet hair, getting stuck in a tangle.

"Hate to break it to you Lou, but the hair you can run your fingers through easily in the morning and right after being pulled out of a towel turban only happen in movies." He laughs.

"Them fancy hair products got nothing on your natural curly locks, babe." He winks at me.

"Lou?"

"Yeah?"

"Your hair. They're half mess half quiff."

"Your fault." He pouts and I frown.

"I'm sorry." He 'aww's softly and pulls me into a hug.

"Don't worry about it, love. It's just hair."

My eyes flit to the doorway where Jay is standing and I immediately jump away from Louis.

"Hazza?" He asks confusedly. I try to wordlessly gesture towards the door. He raises an eyebrow. "Harry, use your words, love."

"He's trying to tell you that your mother is at the door." Jay speaks from behind causing Louis to, for the second time in half an hour, nearly jump out of his skin.

"Yeah that." I mumble softly.

"Now... Might I ask what have you boys been up to for the last 5 minutes? Louis, I thought you said you weren't together."

Louis turns red. "Mum we're not." And I nod fervently.

"Oh?" She puts on a slow sweet exaggerated voice, "Harry you're so cute, Harry your towel turban is so endearing, Harry your hair is so nice, Harry marry me."

Louis turns bright red and I look down embarrassedly. "Mum!!"

"What's up with your hair. No more sleepovers in the same room, Tomlinson." My eyes widen. Oh my god. She thinks we-

"MUM!!" Louis nearly screams, running his hand through his hair. "It wasn't like that, I-"

"Harry's saucer eyes say differently."

"Harry!!" He turns to me and I immediately look down.

"You said your hair got messed up because of him what else am I sup-"

"Mrs Tomlinson, it's because I scared him when I got out of the shower. He was fixing his hair." I mumble fiddling with my shirt.

"Oh." She looks as shocked as Louis. "Harry, love, how many times have I told you, Jay. Call me Jay, okay?"

"Yes Mrs-" she glares at me and I clear my throat. "Yes Jay."

She smiles warmly. "Anyhow, I came up to say Niall, Liam and Zayn are here. Along with-" she snaps her fingers trying to remember the name "-yes, Josh."

"We'll be down in a minute." Louis huffs and Jay leaves. He turns to me. "Err," he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, "sorry about mum. She can be really inappropriate at times."

I laugh. "It's okay. Just surprised me s'all."

"Let me just fix up my hair then we'll go." He turns back to the dresser

"Lou!"

"Yeah?"

"Come here!"

He raises his eyebrows but complies. I take in a deep breath and mess his hair up even more.

"HARRY!" I flinch.

"It just looks really good when it's messy." I mumble fidgeting with my shirt again. "Please leave it that way?"

His look softens. "Silly. All you had to do was ask." He runs his fingers through his hair. "Ready to go?" He offers me his arm.

I smile and take it. "Yeah." He laughs softly.

"You're one of a kind Harry. The best kind." He touches my hair and I feel myself blush. A fond smile graces his lips. "And you blush really, really, prettily."