"Haz…" Louis called but his boyfriend didn’t answer. "Harold!"
Louis turned to Harry and found him curled up on the couch, head over his hands and peacefully asleep. Louis smiled like a teenage girl.
His heart melted at the view and the hurry to embrace and kiss his boyfriend filled him. Harry was so peaceful and cute when he was sleeping. Also, he seemed to be a little bit cold, judging for his position, legs drawn close to his body as a baby boy.
Louis picked up his phone and took a photo of him, because… well, because Harry was too cute.
Then he got off his jacket and covered Harry with it, so it could warm him. Harry’s eyes fluttered open at the touch and, half asleep, he murmured:
“Lou, I want to cuddle”
Louis made a twisted smile and… how to say no to him? Even when Harry quickly fell asleep again and there wasn’t need to actually cuddle, Louis jumped on the couch and settled himself on it, while Harry moved his body to fit perfectly between his arms.
And the two remained there, Harry stuck on his dreams, and Louis wondering when he fell so in love with Harry Styles.