Chapter 4
#4
“No more Hazza” Louis whines rubbing his eyes with his fists as Harry tries to spread his legs once more. They’ve just finished a rather vigorous sex session and while Harry is ready for more, Louis is very sleepy and would much appreciate it if Harry left him be.
“You’re always so sleepy after sex” Harry coos, pinching Louis’ cheek and chuckling as the boy beneath him whines, trying to bat his hands away “It’s so cute, you’re like a little kitty cat” he smiles.
“Am not!” Louis huffs in protest, crossing his arms and pouting as he yawns quietly “I’m not tired, I could go another round” he insists whining again when Harry just rolls his eyes and raises an eyebrow at you.
“If you’re sure, you’ll have to prove it” He says smirking and standing up to retrieve the lube from where it was discarded on the floor, knowing the chances of Louis going through with this are pretty slim. And just as he expected once he’s managed to locate the lube from a pile of their clothing, Louis is curled up in bed with his eyes closed. Harry rolls his eyes fondly and cuddles up with him, kissing the top of his head “I love you and I’m gonna marry your idiot ass” He murmurs before falling asleep, not realizing Louis had heard every word.
The next morning Louis makes a point of getting up before Harry, showering and then going to make them a pot of tea and some toast. He hums ‘here comes the bride’ as he does so, stopping and relaxing against Harry’s chest once he feels his strong arms wrap around his waist from behind.
“Morning Hazzy Spazzy, how are you?” Louis asks pressing a kiss to Harry’s bicep and chuckling when he feels Harry pout against his neck.
“I was fine until you called me a spaz” He pouts, kissing behind Louis’ ear “you’ll have to kiss me better” Harry mumbles, humming happily when Louis’ cranes his neck up for a kiss.
“So, what was that you said about marrying me last night?” Louis asks raising an eyebrow at Harry who’s eyes widen “and I seem to recall you calling me an idiot as well” Louis tuts brandishing his tea stirring spoon at Harry’s face.
“I didn’t think you’d heard that” Harry whispers blushing deeply and biting his lip “but I meant it, even the idiot part” He chuckles, trying to calm himself down.
“Well Harold, that’s no way to speak to your future husband!” Louis gasps trying to look offended but he’s smiling too wide for that.
“You can even pick out your own engagement ring, you know I’m no good at deciding things like that” Harry hums picking up one of the mugs of tea “I love you” he says rubbing Louis’ hip lightly.
“I love you too” Louis smiles leaning back against Harry’s chest.