harry p.o.v.

i wake up with a comfortable weight on my chest. blinking the sleep from my eyes i look down to see louis curled up to me, mouth open slightly with little puff of air escaping onto my bare chest.

we're not peachy peachy yet, but he's here with me now and we explained everything and he apologized yesterday so i'm happier than i have been in a couple weeks.

slowly i untangle myself from him and replace my body with my pillow and walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

pancakes sound really good right now. i gather everything i need, mix the batter, and get cooking.

after i have about three successful pancakes i hear a sigh of relief from the kitchen doorway. i spin around to see louis standing there with his arms close to his chest and a large t-shirt on that stops mid thigh, most likely one of mine.

i smile at him, 'i'm making pancakes, had a weird craving for them for some reason.'

he giggles, giving me a large grin and walks over to me. 'smells wonderful.' he says quietly, stepping up to his tip toes and giving me a peck on the lips. i chuckle and slide my hand around his waist then go back to making the pancakes. i feel his arms go around my waist and his head rest against my chest.

sliding the last pancake onto the plate i set on the side of the stove, i announce, 'all done.'

louis jumps in my arms, startled. i look down to him, his eyes are fluttering open and i chuckle amusedly.

'babe, did you fall asleep standing?'

he huffs, pouting. 'no, i was just resting my eyes.' he mumbles.

'okay, well the pancakes are done so why don't you grab some plates and forks and i'll take the pancakes to the table and grab the butter and syrup.'

he nods, yawning and rubbing his eyes with little fists and walks to the cabinets. i'm dying from cuteness, an overdose of cuteness. that'll be on my tomb stone you know, 'here lies harry styles, famous athlete, loving boyfriend, brother, and son, death by cuteness.'

a couple minutes later we are sitting at the table two pancakes on each of our plates and smiles on our faces.

'so, what do you wanna do today?' i ask louis. 'oh i forgot to ask, you are deffinitely coming to the final right? you'll be there?'

he scoffs, 'oh course i'll be there why do you even need to confirm that?' i raise an eyebrow. he coughs, 'right. well from now on i'll always be there, but take it easy haz, yeah? i mean you came out of the hospital a week ago and you're just lucky that that guy in the semi-final didn't knock your head in.'

'a week and a half.' i state, he rolls his eyes.

'whatever, fine, but take it easy yeah? don't wanna see you in a hospital for a while got it?' he stated pointing his fork at me.

i laugh and grin at the little pout on his face. 'yeah babe i promise, so back to my other question. what do you wanna do today?' i ask again, watching him scoop another piece of pancake into his mouth.

he finishes chewing, places his fork down on the table and moves his arms up so that his chin is rested on the backs of his hands. he squints his eyes.

'how 'bout.' he pauses, i'm assuming for dramatic effect. I'm still chewing my food. 'netflix and chill.' he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

my eyes widen and i choke on the piece of pancake in my mouth. during my choking fit i can hear the fit of giggles louis has reduced to. after we both catch our breath and i drink down half a glass of water, louis looks to me again.

'i'm serious though, like, literal netflix and chill, not that shit that everyone insinuates with it.' he says with another giggle. he sighs, 'plus, i'm too lazy right now to put on all my makeup and get ready.'

'babe you look good without makeup.'

'yeah said no one ever.' he scoffs.

my mouth transforms into a half smirk and i chuckle. he doesn't even know.

os thats what we do all day, lay cuddled up on the couch with snacks on the coffee table and netflix playing episodes upon episodes of random shows. at one point louis falls asleep on my chest during an episode of bones and i can't help but take in his peaceful features.

'i love you.' i whisper quietly and kiss the top of his hair.