“I don’t want to get up, Lou.” cried Harry, voice muffled by the sheets he’s face is currently buried in.
Louis smiles at the curly boy, knowing he’d say that. The tour has been over for a few days now, but their bodies were still trying to get over the jet-lag.
“But you have to, Haz. We have to be at the radio station in an hour.” he explains as he kisses Harry’s arm all the way to his hands. “Liam’s already fretting about being late and I have a feeling Paul will be even worst.”
Harry only groaned in response. Yep, he was really tired.
“Hazzaaa c’mon!” Louis tried once more, poking his boyfriend’s sides.
Harry shook his head no and a hint of a smile could be seen is his face.
Suddenly, an idea came to Louis. Lifting the younger boy’s arm, he slipped himself in the space between the other’s body and the bed, throwing a leg over Harry’s hip.
“Hi.” Louis’ whisper not louder than his breathing.
“Hi.” a full dimpled smile on his face now.
“We should really get up, love.”
“Can we stay like this for a few more minutes?”
” ‘spose we can.”
With a kiss at the tip of his nose, Louis gave into his boyfriend’s warmth.

“WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING IN BED? WE HAVE TO BE AT THE RADIO STATION IN 35 MINUTES!”