It's way too early when the sound of Louis' alarm sounds. Harry turns around, looking at Louis who is still peacefully sleeping and ignoring the sound.

"Louis, babe, your alarm." Harry says softly, his fingers tracing the skin of Louis' arm.

"I don't want work, let me sleep." He groans, hugging more into his pillow.

Cute grumpy hedgehog with a morning mood

"Come on, sweet cheeks." Harry straddles Louis' waist and starts to give him wet kisses all over his face.

"H..."

"Wakey wakey, Lou." He teases.

"At least kiss me properly, you dork." Harry doesn't need to be told twice. He leans in and captures Louis' lips in his. He can't help but grind into Louis' hips, feeling that the older boy is hard.

"You're hard." Harry breathes out when their lips aren't joined anymore.

"Can you blame me? I'm sleeping with the boy of my dreams." Louis rolls his eyes playfully. "And as much as I want to keep kissing you, I can hear Simon scream from here that I'm late again, and I still need to shower."

"Mh, I'm going to miss you." Harry whines, pecking Louis' lips again.

"We're having a meeting later with Carlos. What time are you coming to the office as well?"

"Around noon, we can have lunch together?"

"Sounds perfect." Louis pecks Harry's lips. "Also, I'm going to take you out after that meeting."

"Are you?" Harry looks amused.

"Mmm..." Louis nods. "Going to celebrate that you are 'single' now that bloody contract is over."

"Never thought I would celebrate being single."

"Just looking for an excuse to take you out honestly." Louis nuzzles his face into Harry's neck, pecking him there. "I have to go now though, love. I'll see you around noon? Pick me up so we can have lunch?"

And that's exactly what happens. At exactly noon Harry walks into the building. He texts Louis to come downstairs so they can go to subway for a sandwich and from there they can go to the meeting.

"Harry, Harry hey!" Harry turns around to see Sylvia waving at him.

"Hey." Harry gives her a small wave.

"So good to see you here again." She leaves the desk and walks over to the singer. "Feels good to finally be able to talk to you now." She laughs.

"Yeah, I was just picking up Louis for lunch though."

"Oh, if you wait another ten minutes I'm off too, we could go together?"

Harry is looking for a way to gently decline her. He can't be rude to fans, for sure not here openly in public.

"Sylvia, there is waiting someone at the desk. You're still not on your break." And there appears Louis, hair gelled back wearing a white shirt and a light jeans. Harry has to do his best to not drool. Louis in business attire is hot.

"Wait for me?" she blinks her eyelashes.

"We don't have time for that. We have a meeting right after. Why don't you go to Zayn? He is by himself now. Oh, but first help that man will you? Let's go, Harry." Louis puts his hand on Harry's shoulder blade and carefully but forcefully pushes him away from Sylvia.

"You're so cute when you're jealous." Harry smirks once they are in the car.

"I'm not jealous."

"You are though."

"She just has to stop claiming you. So, want to eat something else? I'm not in the mood for a sandwich."

"What do you want then?"

"McDonald's."

"I shouldn't be surprised." Harry laughs, shaking his head. "Paul, mind driving us to McDonald's instead?" Harry asks his driver.

The man smiles and nods and turns around.

"Can we eat in the car so we can make out as well?"

"More wishes?" Harry smirks.

"Uhu, you." Louis pulls Harry towards him, grabbing his shirt and connects their lips. Harry smiles within the kiss, hands slipping under Louis' shirt as Louis' hands are tangled in Harry's curls.

Louis falls on top of Harry when the car stops abruptly, the two boys laughing.

"We're here, boys." Paul says.

"Paul, could you please go inside and pick up our order? Feel free to order yourself food as well."

"What would you like?"

"For Lou 20 nuggets and a large CBO menu, chocolate milkshake. I would like a McChicken medium menu, please. "

The end result of the commercial is stunning and Louis' breath got literally stuck in his throat when he saw Harry only covered in rose petals. He can't believe that he's the lucky one Harry is in love with.

"Where are you taking me, Lou?"

"We're almost there, right Paul?" Louis asks Harry's driver. The man smiles and nods.

"I can't believe you don't even want to tell me where we are going. You shouldn't listen to Louis." Harry says playfully.

"Well, we're there. Enjoy, guys. Louis, you have my number yeah if you need me?"

"I have, thanks Paul!"

The two boys are stepping out of the car, entering a kind of club. It's dark with different colors of light. There is a stage, and a flag with 'only the poets' is hanging on the wall.

"They are British." Louis explains when Harry looks at the instruments on stage. "They aren't really famous yet, but their music is lit. I thought you would like it. I know how you adore to discover new artists and-"

"I love it." Harry smiles. "This is perfect, Lou. Wish I could kiss you now."

A heavy sighs leaves Louis' lips as he nods.

"Yeah, me too."