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Louis trudged up the stairs of his and Harry's apartment, feeling every ounce of the day's stress weighing down on him. It had been one of those days at work where nothing seemed to go right, And by the time he finally managed to escape, his body felt like it had run a marathon.
Unlocking the door, Louis stepped inside, kicking off his shoes with a heavy sigh. He dropped his bag by the entrance and ran a hand through his tousled hair.
"Harry?" He called out.
Harry appeared in the doorway, a soft smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of Louis, who looked like he was about to collapse. "Hey, babe," Harry greeted, crossing the room to pull Louis into a gentle embrace. "Rough day?"
"You have no idea," Louis mumbled into Harry's shoulder, his arms wrapping around his boyfriend's waist. The familiar scent of Harry's cologne was comforting, and for a moment, Louis just let himself relax in the hug.
Harry pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from Louis's forehead. "I think I know something that might help," he said, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to Louis's lips.
Louis melted into the kiss, Harry's kisses always had a way of making everything better. When they finally broke apart, Harry took Louis's hand and led him towards the bedroom.
Louis still feeling the weariness in his bones but wanting nothing more than to be close to Harry. With a tender smile, Louis gently pushed Harry back onto the bed, his fingers trailing lightly along Harry's jawline before leaning down to press soft kisses along his neck. Harry let out a contented sigh, threading his fingers through Louis's hair as he enjoyed the sensation.
"You're amazing, Lou," he murmured.
Louis hummed softly in response, his lips lingering against Harry's skin. Despite his tiredness, he wanted to show Harry how much he appreciated him, and how much he wanted to take care of him, even after having such a rough day. He continued to kiss along Harry's neck, occasionally nipping gently at the sensitive skin, eliciting quiet gasps and sighs from his boyfriend.
"Hold on," Harry said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I've got a surprise for you."
Louis blinked, momentarily distracted from his ministrations. "A surprise?" he responded, his curiosity piqued.
Harry nodded with a smile, leaning up to press a quick kiss to Louis's lips before slipping out of bed. "Just wait right here," he instructed with a wink, disappearing into the bathroom.
Louis lay back on the bed, letting out a deep breath. The softness of the mattress beneath him was such a difference to the hard office chair he'd been stuck in all day. He settled back against the pillows, feeling the softness of the sheets against his skin. It was so tempting to close his eyes, just for a moment...
He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but the bed was just so comfortable, and he was so incredibly tired. Louis pulled the blankets over himself, snuggling into their warmth. He was dimly aware of the minutes ticking by, but it was hard to care about anything other than how good it felt to just rest.
A soft kiss on his nose woke him from his drowsy haze. Louis blinked his eyes open to see Harry standing above him, a look of amused affection on his face. Louis tried to sit up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Sorry, darling," he mumbled. "Guess I dozed off for a bit." Harry giggled, the sound like music to Louis's ears. "It's okay, love. You look absolutely knackered."
Louis's gaze shifted to Harry, and he couldn't help but be surprised. Harry stood there in delicate black lace lingerie, the contrast against his pale skin making him look stunning. "Oh, darling," Louis breathed, "You look beautiful."
Harry blushed, a shy smile playing on his lips. "Thanks, Lou. But you look like you need rest more than anything."
Louis shook his head, though another yawn escaped him and his eyelids felt heavy. He blinked slowly, trying to keep his eyes open. "No, I'm awake," he insisted, his hands moving to unbutton his pants.
Harry gently caught Louis's hands, pressing a tender kiss to his knuckles. "No, babe. You're exhausted. How about we just cuddle for a bit?"
“No, no I can... I can.” He yawned again, his body sagging. His eyes drooped closed for a fraction of a second, and then he jolted awake with a start. "Sorry, love," he mumbled, trying to fight off the sleep that threatened to overtake him.
Harry chuckled softly, It was rare to see Louis so worn out and yet so adorable. As much as Harry wanted to be fucked, he could see how desperately tired Louis was and how much he needed rest.
"Come here," Harry whispered, guiding Louis to lie back down. He settled himself comfortably against Louis, feeling Louis's arms wrap around him instinctively. Harry buried his face in the crook of Louis's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his lover.
Louis sighed contentedly, the warmth of Harry against him easing the tension in his shoulders. “You know, you’re really the best,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Harry’s head.
Harry looked up, his big green eyes sparkling. “Just trying to take care of you, babe. You work so hard.”
Louis chuckled, his heart swelling with affection. “Yeah, but you deserve more than just a tired boyfriend who falls asleep on you.”
Harry smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth. “I love you, Lou. You’re more than enough for me, even when you’re tired.”
Louis smiled but fought to keep his eyes open, the heaviness pulling at him. He instinctively shifted, wrapping his arms around Harry’s waist, pulling him closer. The warmth radiating from Harry was comforting, making it even harder to resist the urge to sleep.
As Harry nestled his head against Louis’s neck, Louis’ fingers gently traced the outline of Harry’s waist, but his tiredness egan to overwhelm him. He let out a soft sigh, his eyelids closing slowly
“Rest, love,” Harry whispered, wrapping his arms around Louis and settling in comfortably. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Louis sighed heavily, His grip around Harry tightened, pulling him closer with a sleepy embrace. Harry closed his eyes, as Louis drifted off into a peaceful slumber.
“Dream about me,” Harry whispered softly.