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"Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars, place your head on my beating heart.
I'm thinking out loud, baby we found love right where we are." -Ed Sheeran

When Louis had calmed down again, he was cuddled up in Harry's lap again, this time with a knitted throw wrapped around him. Harry paused in his work often to shower his baby in kisses, and Louis was reduced to a giggling mess each time it occurred. Louis nuzzled his nose into his neck, gripping his shirt. "Haz," he giggled quietly, kissing at the skin gently before playfully biting at it, making a few marks that would show above the collar of Harry's button-up shirt.

A low groan escaped Harry's lips as Louis began to suck on the skin below his jaw, tightening his grip on the pen. "Baby..." He breathed out quietly. Louis just giggled and pressed a kiss to the mark before pulling away, curling up to his chest once more. "Mhm?" He hummed softly and playfully, peeking up at Harry through his eyelashes as he grinned coyly.

Harry rolled his eyes fondly and pressed a kiss to Louis's lips before picking his pen back up and continuing to work. It wasn't long before Louis began to doze off, Harry's comforting scent and warmth enveloping him as his eyes slowly slipped shut. His face pressed into Harry's neck, his breath wafting over the skin.

Harry looked down at the sleeping boy in his arms and smiled a bit, wrapping one arm tight around him before kissing his forehead and continuing to work.

Louis woke up a bit later, his small body curled up on the leather couch that was in Harry's office. He yawned quietly and shifted, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. He looked around the empty room slowly, his eyes half-lidded and his hair messy. "Hazzie?" He whined quietly, slowly standing. He jumped when the door opened, slowly turning towards it.

"Hey baby," Harry said, walking in with two drinks in his hands. He pressed a soft kiss to Louis's lips and handed him one, "Yorkshire tea, the way you like it." He said, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in close. "My gorgeous baby, how did you sleep?" He asked, rubbing circles into the small lad's stomach.

Louis blushed softly, curling into him as he sipped the piping hot tea carefully. "I slept good." He mumbled softly, his cheeks flushed softly. Harry nodded, "Good." He said simply, and Louis nodded quietly.

"Thank you for the tea, Haz. How'd you know I liked it like this?" Louis asked curiously, and Harry grinned. "I always pay attention to you," he murmured, taking a drink of his black coffee, to which Louis scrunched his nose up. "That's gross, how do you drink that?" he whined quietly, and Harry chuckled. "You get used to it." He said simply, pressing a kiss to Louis's lips.

Louis nodded slowly, sighing contently when Harry's hand slipped up his shirt and caressed his stomach. He relaxed into him further, his eyes closing as he continued to take careful sips of his tea.

Louis climbed from the shower, humming quietly as he wrapped a fluffy towel around his curvy body. They were now at Harry's flat, which Louis was (of course) staying the night again at.

He padded from the bathroom, his hair dripping wet and sticking to his forehead. "Hazza, do you have any clothes I can wear to bed?" He asked, smiling warmly up at the older man, whom was staring at him silently. Harry licked his lips and slowly pushed Louis against the wall, beginning to mouth at his neck, disreguarding his question."H-Harry?" Louis squeaked out, wide-eyed as he bit his lip harshly.

"Shh, Louis. Relax, baby," Harry murmured in Louis's ear, sucking on the lobe softly as his hands toyed with the top of the lad's towel. He honestly couldn't help himself when Louis exited the bathroom clad only in a towel. He was so, so gorgeous. Louis let out a whimper of a moan when Harry went back to sucking at the soft skin of his neck, licking over the mark he had created.

"So, so beautiful," Harry rasped out, making Louis's cheeks flush an even darker pink. "Harry," Louis whimpered softly, letting out a gasp when Harry gently tugged on the towel, the cloth slowly falling onto the floor and leaving Louis standing bare in front of him.

"Louis... Let me make love to you."

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There we go, some nice almost smut (Expect it next chapter yo)

Sorry this is so short, I procrastinated like hell, and yeah. Updating schedule might be shit, I'm not going to have wifi ;-;

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