Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
Harry's POV 
I woke up when I felt the sun's rays hitting my face. I slowly opened my eyes, and it took me a few minutes to realize where I was. I was in Louis's bed. He was still fast asleep; my head was resting on his chest. Although his face was turned towards the window and away from me, his left arm was still around me, holding me tight. 
I was in Louis's BED! In HIS ARMS!!! I wanted to scream.  
How was this even possible? I closed my eyes again, nuzzling my nose further into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.  
I felt him shift a little and I knew he was waking up. He turned his face towards me and opened his eyes. Those gorgeous baby blue eyes. 
"Hi," I smiled at him. He touched my cheek with his right hand, pulled me closer, and kissed my forehead. 
"Good morning, baby," he said in his husky voice, laced with the drowsy undertones of sleep. His lips were pink and so fucking kissable, and I couldn't control myself, so obviously, I just went for it. 
That's how we ended up staying in bed for the rest of the day till late evening (University, what even was university?), eating toast, watching movies, cuddling, and having sex. Lots of Sex. 
It wasn't until Niall knocked on the door to see if Louis had died inside that we went to take a shower (and had sex in the shower) and went outside to have dinner.  
It was a full house. Zayn was making spaghetti and meatballs, Liam was helping him, Niall and Louis were playing video games until the food was ready, and I was just enjoying staring at Louis's happy face. Happiness looked so good on him. I felt like everything had finally fallen into place. All the puzzle pieces were found, connected, and complete. I couldn't be any happier than this. My heart was full to the brim and overflowing with pure joy. 
The food was ready and served. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. Lou looked at me and fed me a forkful of spaghetti, then wiped sauce off my bottom lip with his thumb. I looked around the small flat and the four other beautiful people surrounding me. Life was finally joyous and full of hope.  
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I was spending more than 99% of my time with Lou, which meant I was in his flat most of the time. The only time I left the flat was to bring in more clothes. 
The only problem was that Louis was still not used to being openly together all the time. I mean, he was just getting used to it, I suppose. So far, only his family, Niall, Zayn, and Liam, knew about the two of us. His other friends from university or his team didn't know yet. They didn't even know about him being gay. But I didn't want to rush things either. Everyone has their own timeline and I wanted to make his coming out as comfortable as possible for him, by letting him take his own time. 
I'm not going to lie, though; it did sting a bit when he would instinctively untangle our hands or subtly distance himself from me as soon as we reached campus. Well, not a bit, a rather lot to be completely honest.
But I tried not to dwell on it too much because what mattered was that he loved me as much as I loved him, and he made sure every day that I knew how much I mattered to him. So, I didn't mind having him all to myself, even if it had to be behind closed doors. 
I took on the responsibility of being his designated chauffeur, driving him to and from clinic and physiotherapy sessions, primarily because I wanted to stay informed about his health. But there was also a hidden motive: to spend more time next to him. Being with him like this felt so... domestic. I always provided updates to the doctor, meticulously noting down his personalized plans, and ensuring I asked every question that concerned me. I needed to be certain that he was completely well.