When Louis woke up the next morning, Eleanor was not in the bed anymore. He found her in the living room, sitting on the couch between Harry and Barbara, eating breakfast they probably ordered.
Everyone was already there, dressed in the clothes from the night before, looking tired yet content.
“Good morning.” He said to no one in particular and almost everyone greeted him back with mouths full.
Louis found his place next to Niall on the armrest of the armchair. He picked out a chocolate chip muffin from the plateau filled with sweets and fruits.
Louis picked at it for a while, trying not to make eye contact with Harry. He felt a bit weird about what had happened last night, just like he felt that day after Harry had gotten him off. But it faded eventually, because Harry was acting
