When they wake up the next morning, Xander is already gone God knows where. Harry’s the first one to stir awake as per usual, so he kindly waits for Louis to wake up as he scrolls through his i********: and Twitter feed.
It’s half an hour later when Louis finally mumbles something and opens his eyes, before he runs his hand down Harry’s back, sort of like a ‘good morning’.
“Where’s your roommate?” he asks when he sees that they’re the only ones in the room.
“I think he got scared and left.” Harry laughs. “I don’t know, nor do I care.”
He straddles Louis and leans down to peck him, before he gets out of bed.
“What do you want to do today?” he asks Louis, who looks like he just wants to go back to sleep.
“Ugh…I’ve got a meeting at like…two. What time ‘s it?”
“Half past twelve.”
“s**t
