you're perfect (larry stylinson, harry needed)

(If you'd like to join, just jump in. Please, at least 3 sentences, because that makes it more interesting. Harry and Louis are not in a relationship yet.)

The break could do no good for the band, Louis was convinced. He needed some time away from the stress, but this could end horribly. They could loose all their fans, all their closeness... Louis grumbled as his alarm woke him, at a whopping ten a.m. That was new. He forgot how nice it was to wake up late, even with an alarm doing the waking. Smacking the alarm, he slid out of the bed, shuffling into the main room of his shared flat with Harry. He wasn't sure if the curly lad was awake, as his bedroom door was closed.

Louis smiled weakly at his friend, letting out a big yawn. "Morning Haz." He staggered into the kitchen, opening the cupboard and getting out a cup and a teabag, placing them on the counter. Louis went to close the cupboard, but didn't. "Would you like some tea?" He turned his head so he could see the lad's response.

He grabbed another cup and another teabag, setting them on the table. Grabbing the kettle, he filled it with water and set it on the stove before sitting next to Harry, laying his head on his best friend's shoulder.

Louis smiled lightly, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist, burying his face in the younger boy's neck. "You're warm" he mumbled, letting out yet another yawn.

Louis let out a whine, standing up reluctantly to grab the kettle off the stove. He placed the teabags in the mugs, filling each of them about three quarters full with boiling water. He picked them up, carrying them both into the living room, motioning for him to follow.

Louis shook his head, settling down next to Harry, placing both cups on the coffee table. "I don't believe so, I think we have the day to ourselves." He picked up one of the mugs, blowing on the steaming liquid before taking a small sip, and deeming it still too hot to drink. "We could do something if you wanted to"

Louis watched Harry as he took a sip, nudging his nose against the boy's jaw gently in pity. Pulling away slightly, he brings his knees to his chest, leaning into Harry more, his weight pressed against his side. "I think we should stay here, I heard it's going to be rainy. We could watch something as well."

Louis emits a content whimper, curling up in the younger boy's arms. He shrugs, resting his head on Harry's chest, murmuring. "Dunno, s'up to you. 'M fine with anything." The feathery-haired boy had begun to feel sleepy again, justifying it with the fact that it was 'too early' to be awake. But a movie with Harry wasn't something to give up. Never.

Louis grips Harry's shirt, laying his head on his chest. "Romantic comedy please." Though he normally wouldn't admit it, Louis was a sucker for romantic comedies. Even then, they made him wish he had a boyfriend.

//low muse