Harry has never been more mesmerized by Louis than in this very moment. Usually he admires the boy at evening events when the lights are low and everything is slightly blurred by alcoholic drinks and cigarette smoke.

But the boy with his high cheekbones and soft golden skin is even more beautiful in the morning, when his messy hair falls soft and fluffy over his forehead and his lips are slightly parted. When his long eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks and his curvy body is tangled up with Harry's own and the white sheets of his bed.

"Wakey wakey, princess." Harry softly rasps, his voice still a bit rough from sleeping in. His fingers softly trace figures on Louis' bare back, the touches sending butterflies to Louis stomach as he flutters his eyes open. "C'mon Sleeping Booty."

A hand grabs Louis' behind under the sheets, making him jump from the sudden action. He hides his face in Harry's neck, gently biting the skin there. "Lame, you already used that one."

"What, love?"

"The Booty pun, called me Booty and the Beast first time we met." The boy says, tracing a heart shape over Harry's chest. "Come up with a better pun, beasty boy."

"I'd say I'm not used to people calling me beast when they wake up in my bed, but that would be a li-" Harry shuts up after getting hit on the chest, over the heart. He hisses in pain, grabbing onto Louis' hands, tangling his fingers with the slender ones of the boy he adores, "but never someone as beautiful, sweet and adorable as you."

"Sap." Louis growns, snuggling back into Harry's neck, wanting to stay there forever. "Besides, how do you know what princess I'll resemble at today's event? Who knows if I'll wear pink."

"I know," Harry kisses Louis' forehead, his fluffy hair tickling Harry's nose. "Asked mum if I could pick your dress."

"Why'd you do that?" Louis pulls away slightly, looking at the man below him as he scrunches up his nose, making Harry chuckle.

"To make sure you get the best dress," Louis looks like he doesn't believe Harry, rolling his blue eyes at him, "okay would it be really clingy and stupid to say I did it to make sure my suit matches your outfit?"

"Not stupid," Louis shakes his head, "would sound extremely mushy, sweet and just adorable."

"Well, that's me," the dork says, laughing at his own stupidity.

"Urgh," Louis growns, rolling his eyes and diving into a kiss after mumbling a barely audible 'just kiss me, you fool'.