11. vandalism rescues

                                    

                                          
April 2014
Louis wakes up to the smell of pancakes and Harry's nose against his own. A smiles spreads on his lips while he slowly opens his eyes, darkness surrounding him. The darkness is because of Harry's hair that falls down from the sides of his face in beautiful dark brown curls, like a curtain around Louis' view, tingling his chin and ears a little. 
Louis giggles as Harry bends down, holding himself up on his ridiculously strong arms as he kisses Louis sweetly. 
He closes his eyes again and enjoys the feeling of Harry's lips against his own, so soft. They barely even touch Louis' just like a feather. It's a nice thing for once because normally, they just make out furiously with Harry against a wall or something like that. Which, of course Louis doesn't complain but the feeling of Harry's lips so sweet and simple against his own and the way he feels Harry's smile is something so different, so soft. 
"Morning baby." Louis rasps, wrapping his arms around Harry's torso, causing him to lose his balance and flop down on top of him gracelessly. 
"Morning beautiful." He answes into his neck, takes a deep breath that probably smells horrible but Harry doesn't seem to care. "I made breakfast, you wanna eat?" He says a few moments later, sitting up. Only problem, he's sitting on Louis' lap now and Louis is still naked from last night, only the thin blanket and Harry's boxers between them. 
"Wanna eat you." Louis says and Harry grins, rolling his hips down because he is a little shit. 
Louis exhales shakily and places his hands on Harry's waist but Harry swats them away and stands up, walking over to Louis' nightstand and flopping back down on the mattress a second later with two plates. 
Louis sits up, the blanket falling down his chest and he rubs his eyes, looking around the room for his t shirt until he realizes that Harry is wearing it, causing him to smile like an idiot. 
They eat in comfortable silence, sitting face to face crossed-legged and mostly naked on Louis' bed. 
"Remember the first time you ate me out?" Harry asks with his mouth full and Louis coughs, causing Harry to laugh cutely and pat his back way too gently so it doesn't help his choking at all. 
"Yes I remember." How could he ever forget?
"I just wanted to say thank you, even though it was like three weeks ago."
"You want to thank me for eating you out?" 
"No, I mean... uh yes, should I?" 
"Harry." Louis laughs and hides his face in his hands. 
"No I wanted to thank you for being there for me that night. And so many times before that. It was all so difficult and I don't know. It's just every time it was hard like that, when I came back to you everything was okay at an instance. It just, I don't know how to say it..." Harry drifts off. 
"Just say the sappy thing you're trying to say right now." 
"It just feels like home, you know?" Harry says quietly, not meeting Louis' gaze. "You feel like home." 
Louis mouth is open when Harry finally lifts his head to look at him. 
He doesn't say anything, just reaches over and opens the first drawer of his night stand. 
"Okay." Harry says, "Are you getting your lube now? I mean I'm not complaining but did I seriously turn you on with that?" 
"No." Louis laughs, pulling out his song writing journal and sitting back against the headrest, placing it in his lap and starts to scribble something down.