There’s this warm place between soft hums and fluttering eyelashes that Louis likes to call home. Its filled with delicate touches, and light colours, and sweet smells that wrap around him, constantly murmuring that this is where he is suppose to be. Its chocolate curls, creamy skin, and lips like strawberry milk.
Harrys soft curls are tickling his neck, and his head is heavy against his chest. Soft breaths brush against Louis’ collarbones. Harry’s legs tucked in, and tangled with his own and the blankets are supple to their skin. Louis watches him sleep; his eyelids flit, and his nose twitches, and a little noise slips from his mouth and into the early morning air.
Louis smiles, ...view middle of the document...
He smiles weakly, the silence of the room biting at his skin and crawling into his bones and he feels a strange sort of weakness.
Harry laughs below him, cheeks pinker and smile reassuring so Louis returns it. Long fingers are trailing up his arms, and Harrys thumbs rub over the inside of his elbow; they both know. Louis lightly trails his fingers over Harry side, making quiet giggles fall from his lips as he leans down and kisses them gently.
“M’sorry, m’sorry, m’so sorry baby.” Its gentle and careful and maybe hes apologising for taking the last apple slice from Harrys plate and then running from him, or maybe its for anything and everything.
He never wants to be the reason Harry flinches, he never wants to remind him of him./ Not even for a split second.
Harry’s hands move up to his shoulders, gripping them lightly and pulling Louis closer. He kisses his lips, and licks into his mouth, and lets one hand move down has back to push him down so hes flat against him.
Louis moans into Harry's mouth, its nice and sensual; their heads tilt slowly, they let small noises fall into each others mouths, lapping indolently into each others mouths like they have all...