Cold Little Heart || L.S

Chapter 12: Nest [part II]

Harry pushed Louis' bed to the wall. "It will stay like this, your next day off, I will buy you a new bed."

Louis groaned, flopping onto the mattress. "Harry, unnecessary, as is most things you do. You are spending money –I am not a gold-digging omega."

"Which is one reason I am buying you things and also because I love seeing when you smile." Harry looked around, seeing what else he could move. "I will set up Abraham's nest here." He motioned to an empty corner of the room. "Children tend to like to be in corners."

Louis rolled onto his side, head being held up by his hand. "I am sure if you put on the ceiling, he is still going to dislike it."

"He will learn." He laid down the thick sheets in bunches. Harry grabbed the freshly washed comforter, laying it down. He skillfully created a circle with it, adding the three pillows to the corner. Louis watched him with a smile on his face, sighing at Harry's perfectionist trait.

Harry added two sheets and Abraham's new wolf stuffed animal. "I will need you to lay here, please."

Louis raised his brows, pointing at himself. "Me?"

"Yes, you." Harry pulled him off the bed, before sitting him on the nest. "Scent it, please."

Louis curled up, closing his eyes, scenting the blankets that surrounded his body. His eyes opened when he felt a hand on his stomach.

"You are very beautiful."

Louis smiled tranquilly at Harry, putting a hand on his cheek. "As are you."

Harry gave him a small smile, "will you tell me –why you were crying?"

"I will not." Louis looked away, "It was nothing bad."

Harry grabbed his chin, "then tell me."

Louis shook his head, "no."

Harry leaned down, taking Louis' lips in his own. He bit down on Louis' bottom lip, licking into the omega's mouth. Harry pulled away slowly, giving kitten licks to his now wet lips, "I am annoyed that you will not tell me."

Louis smiled, shaking his head, "there is no reason to be, I was simply happy."

"And why can I not be happy with you?"

"You are not happy with me?"

"I always am, Camellia." Harry stroked Louis' jaw, "tell me."

"Abraham is of my DNA." Louis shrugged, "he looks likes me –he gained most of who and what I am, and it makes me happy."

"Was that difficult?"

Louis giggled, making circles on Harry's chest with his finger. "It was not –are you happy?"

"I am."

Louis bit his lip, "show me –I want to see you smile."

Harry didn't smile, "I cannot smile on command."

"Okay, then I will not smile either." Louis' face became serious, "if you are serious, then so am I."

Harry put a hand on Louis' side, digging his fingers in. Louis laughed, throwing his head back. "Harry!"