Louis

"Don't think I forgot about how you talked to your management about me."

"You're awake?!"

I hum, opening one eye and smiling tiredly up at the man carrying me in his arms. "Since you hit my head on the car door."

"Sorry about that", Harry says, looking down at me with apologetic eyes before huffing to get open his apartment door without dropping me on the floor. After a few seconds, hear a faint click is heard and Harry walks into the flat, kicking off his shoes and placing both our bags next to the door which he then closes with his shoulder.

"We need to talk about that, Harry."

"Hm?"

I just roll my eyes, even though he can't see it because I already closed them again and snuggled into his warm chest. "I wanna know what your management said about me."

"Not much, really. They asked who you are, how we met, all that stuff," he answers, carefully letting me down on the soft mattress of his bed. I then feel warm fingers gliding up underneath my shirt, getting it off me. Next are my shoes, trousers and socks so that I am only left in my boxers.

"What did you answer?" I ask, still with my eyes closed but because of the rustling coming from Harry I know he is getting undressed too.
"Oh, and give me one of your jumpers. Wanna sleep in it."

He chuckles before I hear even more rustling, then a soft fabric hits my face.

"Careful, Mister. Don't damage the art."

Another deep chuckle is heard, then I feel the bed dip beside me and warm breath hitting my face. I peek my eyes open, looking directly into a pair of emerald green eyes flickering over every little detail of my body. Just now I realise how exposed I am laying here, on his bed, in his bedroom, only in my underwear, illuminated by the soft moonlight shining through the huge window.

But before I can grab the jumper from where it's laying over my mouth and shoulder, Harry removes the soft fabric before dipping down to capture my lips in an even softer kiss. I happily sigh into it, tangling my hands in his unruly hair while he has a gentle hold on my jaw.

"You really are a work of art", he whispers when we break apart, looking at me with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

"Thank you, Hazza", I whisper back with my cheeks flaming a crimson red, pecking his lips again.

For once, I don't argue with him. I accept the lovely compliment, even though in my head I am sure it is a lie. But instead of worrying about it, I let myself be dressed in a way too big but still perfect fitting jumper, before being wrapped in two warm, strong arms.

"I told them the truth, how you tweeted me and we got to talk. How you are the coolest and loveliest person I've ever met and how we are spending some time together now to figure everything out. Management is still a bit critical and worried that you are just using me but I assured them that you aren't", Harry whispers into the darkness.

With a small smile, I reach for his hand that is securely holding my waist, tangling our fingers together and pressing a kiss to them.
"Thank you. I can understand their worry, but I swear I will do everything to prove them wrong. I would never use you, Haz."

"I know, baby."

With that, we snuggle closer together and slowly fall asleep, our fingers tangled and our heartbeats syncing.

I honestly love this chapter because they banter a bit but it still shows the affection the two (not so secretly) have for each other 🌹
What do you guys think?