It's long after Harry had fallen into a peaceful slumber, and still Louis cannot quiet his loud brain. Maybe his stepbrother is used to it, but Louis feels energized. He wants to run to a window, open it, and scream that he's finally had s*x. His subconscious reminds him to calm the f**k down but he can't fall asleep. The adrenaline in his veins is still pumping. Harry's snoring quietly into his hair, his newly brushed teeth fanning mint into the air and the hand near his face, cinnamon. Louis doesn't understand how someone could possibly smell like that still even after that. He comes to two conclusions - one, Harry has some cinnamon scented body soap that he's never seen before, or two, his stepbrother is just not human. But he can't really complain because it seems f*****g good. To hel
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