It’s probably for the first time in weeks that I’m not woken up by Harry. I wake up first, turning around to find him still asleep, eyes closed peacefully, lips formed to a small pout, hair messy.

He looks so perfect, so at peace.

I’m his butterfly. I didn’t mess up, I’m there. I’m bringing his wings back, I’m going to make him fly again.

Yesterday sucked. It was bad, it hurt. The evening was good. We cuddled a long time before he finally was able to fall asleep. It took me a bit longer. There was this anger in my chest, this feeling as if I was about to explode because they hurt him, they hurt my Harry.

I look at the clock after staring at the ceiling for too long and decide it’s time for him to wake up because I’m really bored and I really, really feel like giving him a kiss.

I really don’t know how I even survived living alone for more than two years. It’s killing me to be alone now. It’s so lonely, so quiet.

I lean over and peck his cheek, once, twice, until he opens his eyes with a small groan.

“Lou”, he mumbles, “I’m sleeping.”

I laugh quietly and nuzzle up my nose into his cheek. “You’re not. Good morning.”

He groans again and turns around so his back is facing me. “Shut up.”

“Now you know what it feels like for me every morning. Wake up, baby, it’s the last day of break, you’re not going to sleep through it, hear me?”

He nods once and turns around again, eyes opened now, green, green, green. “Morning”, he mumbles, “I’m awake. But can we please for the sake of my well-being stay in bed?”

I chuckle and nod. “Okay, if it’s that important, we can.”

“I dreamt that my butterfly flew away”, he says.
“And then?”

I wrap an arm around his waist and place my head on his chest carefully, listening to his heart beat.

“Then it was gone. And I cried because I missed it. You hugged me and said it was okay. You were there.”

I smile a little and lift my head to kiss him shortly. “Hungry?”

He nods slightly.
“Then I’ll make breakfast today. Okay, maybe I’ll just make some muesli? I can’t burn anything during that process.”

He laughs quietly and turns around, hiding his face in the pillow. “Okay”, he mumbles into the pillow, “Don’t spill milk or break a bowl.”

I roll my eyes, tuck a lose strand of hair behind his ear and get up from bed.

When I come back, he’s asleep again so I let him stay for a bit before shaking his shoulder carefully. “Darling, the cereal is going to get all soaked.”

“Mhh”, he makes, “Okay.”

He sits up and leans against the headboard, taking the cereal from my hands and starting to eat slowly.

“Impressive. You didn’t even mess up.”

I bump my shoulder into his softly and he spills a bit of milk on the blanket. “Dummy”, he says, “Your fault.”

“How dare you. First insult me like that and now tell me it’s my fault.”

He rolls his eyes and attempts to wipe the milk away with his hand. “Shut up. I'm eating.”

“If I listened to you, I’d never talk again.”

He laughs again and I’m so happy. He laughs.

“I like you talking. Just not sassy. Tell me something nice, idiot.”

“Something nice?”

“Yes, Louis, something nice.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“Better”, he mumbles with mouthful, “But not exactly extraordinary.”

I laugh and try to come up with something extraordinary while he keeps eating and looking at me expectantly.

“If I could, I’d catch all the butterflies in the world and give them to you.

He smiles and nods contently. “Pretty good.”

“Okay. Can I eat, then?”

He nods. We finish eating in silence and once we’re done, I put the bowls down on my nightstand and move closer to him so he can wrap his arms around me and I can smell his cologne and his freshly washed pyjama and even a bit of his shampoo when I hide my face in the fabric.

“Can I tell you something extraordinary too?”, he asks.
I nod.

“I don’t know for sure because, I’ve never been in love before so, I don’t even know what it feels like, but if I’m not wrong, I’m in love with you”, he blurts out, blushing when I look up at him.

“I’ve never been in love before either."

“And now you are?”

“Yeah. Very much so”, I whisper and he smiles and I smile back and I kind of want to disappear in his eyes.

“Can you say it?”

“What?”

“That you’re in love with me? I kind of want to hear you say it?”, he says, cheeks pink.

“You’re going to be the end of me”, I say, “I’m in love with you, Harry.”

God, does it feel weird to actually say it, tell him what’s been on my mind for this past month now.

“Cool”, he says and giggles, “I’m in love with you too.”

“We stay there for a long time, half of the day, not talking much. Most of the time we kiss. Sometimes we laugh. Sometimes I hug him as if I had to let go of him soon. It feels nice, oh so nice, to have him close.

When it’s time to make dinner, I throw two pizzas into the oven and we eat them on the couch before watching a bit of this series we started.

Then we fight for a bit because he says that he’s going to marry one of the characters and I’m mad because if I am not going to marry Harry, I at least want to keep my favourite character. I tell him that and he blushes and shuts up, finally.

Then we sleep some more, I’m wrapped up into his arms, his curls tickling my cheek softly. He wakes me up by kicking his foot into mine repeatedly and I tell him how annoying he is what just makes him laugh.

“You’re my favourite, Harry” I whisper

“You’re my favourite, Louis.”

“Cool”, I mumble and kiss him and all the butterflies I wanted to catch and give him somehow ended up in my tummy instead.

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