#cuddly larry

In which Midnight Memories gets leaked and Harry and Louis spend a morning in bed thinking about all of the things they wish the fans could know.

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oh god this utter and absolute shit im sorry 

louis was so sleepy, and so so so warm. he was wrapped in him and harry’s duvet and everything just smelled like harry harry harry. as the cursed sunlight started to creep into their flat he groaned, hitching his feet up to his waist and digging his cold toes into harry’s warm calves.

louis dug his little toes deeper into harrys legs, pouting, “shut the window you twat, ‘cant sleep with the fucking sun in my eyes”. he heard harry huff as he sat up, reaching his tanned arm up and relaxing his back muscles. louis smiled into their sheets as harry sat up, harry wiggling his bum at him, making lou burst in a fit of giggles.

“like it babe?” harry teased, shutting their curtains and climbing back on top of louis, their duvet the only barrier between the two boys. louis nodded, his cheeks flushed with sleepiness and his hand reaching up to harry, pulling him by his necklace into a kiss.

their lips molded together as harry leaned one hand down on the mattress for support, while louis laid there, his hands on either side of his face, slipping his tongue into harrys warm mouth, pulling a moan from the younger boys mouth.

when harry pulled away, louis let out a high pitched whine, digging his head into the pillow. “harry want more kisses,” he whined as he felt harry wrap his arm around him, pulling him into his warm chest.

“babe, m’about to pass out, ….. when i wake up,” harry said, his eyes half lidded as he blinked, trying to keep them open. louis sighed, regretfully watching harry fall asleep but felt relief anyways. both of them have been working so hard, especially harry, pr had him running around at all hours of the night, making him go in and out of clubs, his arms around girls with shiny hair and red lips, or frolicking with, louis shuddered, nick .

but his baby was in his arms now, and he was happy. louis stared at harry for a whole hour, and that was a lot, because louis tomlinson had a lot of things, but patience was not one of them.

 he frowned as he saw little bags under harrys lashes, and kissed at them, wanting them to go away. harrys chest rumbled and louis perked up when he heard the familiar sound of his lovers chuckle.

“’can feel that you know lou…” harry dug his head further into louis shoulder, a silent way of the communicating he wanted to be touched. louis happily abided, scratching lightly at his curls and felt harry smile onto his shoulder, followed by a low purr. “feels good boo.”

louis smiled his soft little smile, and pecked the crown of harrys hair, his hands combing through the sleep strands, until they stuck up, making him giggle. he climbed on top of harrys back, running his little hands over his toned back, and pressing them along the spots in his back, knowing exactly where his stress spots where.

harry groaned, his cheek smushed against the mattress, his breath coming out in little pants as his eyebrows furrowed. louis loved these moments, when nothing sexual was happening, but harry’s body responded like this, so willing, so completely at ease.

as louis dug his palm along his shoulder blades harry opened one eye, smiling at louis as the tension building up over the past few weeks eased away with louis’ little hands. he rolled over and caught louis by his hips, leaning up and kissing him softly.

“ won’t let me sleep will ya?” he whined into louis mouth as he pulled away. louis just smirked, his hands resting upon harrys shoulders.

“m’hungry.. feed me harry..” louis whined, making harry smile as he moved a few strands out of his boyfriends eyes and pecked his nose.

“fry-up sound good?” he said, getting out of bed and pulling on a pair of joggers and a snapback he snagged from niall a couple months ago. louis smiled, nodding, still in bed.

  “sounds perfect babe” louis said, and harry was walking away, off to make them breakfast when louis called out, “harry!”

a loud boom of harry slipping running back up their stairs was heard, then a “fuck!” as he ran into their room, panting “what , what’s wrong?” his eyes darting to louis on the bed to around the room.