Imagine watching Louis in the studio, trying to relax himself and get his voice ready and him sipping his tea and releasing all of his emotions onto the song and sorry.
I feel bad for admiring Louis height cause we all know that’s probably one of his insecurities. Cause I know if I was around 5’8, I wouldn’t like it.
Imagine the boys singing something great at the where we are tour and all the lights go out, then the spotlight hits Louis and its just him, acapella, singing the conclusion of the song, and then it all goes black and you just hear the crowd roar.
LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THAT LOOK THAT SMOLDER OHHH
The boys have landed in Australia and Louis is struggling with the fact that Harry’s not jet lagged.
In other words, Harry who is the master of traveling, is purposely annoying a very Jet Lagged Louis.
Louis was sitting on the couch. His body melting into the soft fabric of it. He could not move, he could not even let his eyes wander without them getting heavy. He yawned which cause his eyes to get stingy from his eyes getting watery. He simply just sat there, staring off into a daze with a blank expression wiped over it. Louis had been in his hotel just taking the time he had to rest before tour started. Louis was really bad with traveling. It affected him more then anyone else, even Niall who would always complain about being jet lagged and worn out, mainly through twitter. Louis would’ve been asleep right now if it had not been for Harry forcing Louis to have a late dinner with him, despise his resistance. Louis eventually gave in when Harry had given him that pout frown with his eyebrows furrowing, which was Harry’s “annoyed” face but Louis couldn’t take him seriously and saying,
"Lou, it’s been a week, can I at least sit down and talk with my boyfriend."
Harry had been cooking tomato soup in the kitchen and making grilled cheese to go with it while dancing around in his apron with the radio on.
"You betta work bitch."
Louis disliked the song already with how many times it said bitch over and over again. Harry seemed intrigued by it. “Of course he did.” thought Louis. He heard a loud bang followed by a shout from Harry.
"Yeah just busted my ass on the counter."
Louis snickered, the only thing that had made him laugh so far.
"DINNER’S READY BABE."
"Sheesh, do you have to shout."
"Just shut the fuck up and come and get it."
Oh no, Louis already knew what was going to happen next.
Harry started shaking his hips and swinging his fingers towards himself in a rhythmic fashion.
"When ya ready come and get it, na na na na."
"Jesus Haz, your being so annoying tonight!" Louis exclaimed, but there was fond in his eyes.
The seats were placed right by each other touching, with two steaming hot bowls of tomato soup. Harry immediately sad down and Louis followed slowly. Harry took Louis hand in his and squeezed it and brought it up to his mouth and pecked it. Louis smiled at the touch. Then he felt a hot slippery feeling over his hand and Harry was licking it, laughing.
"Blehh Haz gross, damn did you take something on the cab over here."
"No Lou, and I don’t know why your shocked, that’s not the grossest thing I’ve done to you." murmured Harry into Louis ear followed by a cheeky grin.
He continued to to stare at Louis while he sipped his soup. Louis smiling to himself while trying to ignore it.
"Stare much curly." said Louis sarcastically while he inched his face towards Harry’s, their lips touching.
"Shush babe, I just missed you, I’m allowed to stare at my babe."
"Oh your such a sap."
Harry laughed a little to hard at the comment.
"Honestly Haz, how are you so happy and not dead asleep in your bed?"
"Lou, I’m the master of traveling, I’ve had experience with this sort of stuff."
"Stop being in a good mood, it’s making me angry." exclaimed Louis.
Harry responded to that my poking Louis on his cheeks and his hair and ruffling it and repeated the process all while mumbling, “bleep, bloop.” with every poke.
Louis caught both of Harry’s hands in the process and held them tight.
"Haz, I’m gonna kill you!"
"Uh oh, I think boo bears angry." Harry said laughing out loud.
Louis pulled Harry’s hands toward him hoping to pull Harry’s face to his but only sending them both toppling backwards, Harry falling onto Louis.
"Shit haz, your so heavy."
Harry had his face pressed into Louis shoulder, and he was slowly dying from his lack of breath from laughing.
"Is today, out of all days annoy Louis day, shit."
Harry stopped laughing and hovered his head over Louis.
"Jesus Christ babe, I fucking missed you, sorry if I’m wanting attention."
Harry moved to get up but Louis caught him by the neck and pulled him down into a kiss. He bucked his hip upwards into Harry’s which cause a surprised moan from Harry’s part.
They finished their soup, which made Louis ten times more tired just from the warmth of it and he fell asleep in the chair. Harry cleaned up their remains and picked up Louis bridal style and carried him to bed. He stripped Louis and himself into nothing but boxers and then tucked himself under the covers. He was almost fast asleep when he felt Louis body come in contact with his back, chin over his head. Louis snuggled his nose into Harry’s curled and breathed in.
"Missed you too."
I’m sorry, but if you think this
Is any type of straight