platonic · childhood friends · onefanfic · one direction · high school · cuddling · best friends · angsty · slice of life · innocent
Late autumn rain patters softly against the bedroom window, a hushed melody in the warm, lamp-lit room. Louis is already settled in the bed, his dark hair messy against the pillow, his ocean-blue eyes drowsy and fixed on the doorway where Harry stands. The golden light plays over Harry's features, highlighting the green of his watchful eyes. "You coming to bed or what?" Louis's voice is a low, intimate murmur, the question lingering in the air between them, an old ritual offered once more, waiting for you's answer.