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(Still Thursday)
*Louis' POV*
"I think I'm going to clear my head this weekend. I don't want to get closer to you now and have a sort of rebound relationship," I say to Harry.
"You can take however long you need. I'll still be here when you need me," Harry says, moving to stand up.
"Wait," I say, pulling on his arms so that he doesn't leave. "Stay, please. I don't want to be alone today."
"Alright," Harry agrees. "I'll bake something for you."
"I'm in the mood for cookies," I smile
Harry and I get up, moving to the kitchen. I help him find all the ingredients he lists from memory.
"Do you want to help me this time?" Harry asks, smiling down at me.
"I would, but I think I'll leave it to the expert. I don't want to mess up any of the mixing or whatever else you'll do."
"You can measure the flour for me," Harry says as he measures some sugar.
"Okay, fine," I agree, just to make him happy. I've never been good at baking, but surely I can't mess up measuring flour.
Harry tells me how much he needs, and I grab the flour bag to pour the flour into a measuring cup. I feel flour falling on me as I tilt the bag, and I see a hole in the bottom of it.
"Of course the bag is broken," I mumble mostly to myself, getting some tape to put over the hole. "I'm going to change out of my flour covered clothes. Try not to walk in on me again."
I walk out of the kitchen, making my way upstairs. By the time I'm finished changing, about 10 minutes have passed. I walk back downstairs slowly, and pause when I hear singing.
"I know you never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile,
You never loved your stomach or your thighs,
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine,
But I love them endlessly.
I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth,
But if I do, it's you,
It's you they add up to,
I'm in love with Lou, and all his little things."
It's Harry. He's singing. And he sounds amazing.
"You're a wonderful singer," I say, walking into the kitchen.
Harry snaps his head up, his face turning red. "You heard me?"
"Yeah. It was a cute song. Your voice is amazing," I smile at him.
"I, um, thanks," Harry looks down again.
It's strange to see him look so flustered. He usually handles everything so confidently. But his shy side is so adorable.
"You're cute when you're flustered," I tell him.
There's a small pause where Harry seems to be gathering his thoughts.
"So you liked the song?"
I feel myself blush, remembering the last line he sang. "I'm in love with Lou, and all his little things." I'll admit that it gave me butterflies thinking about it.
"Yeah, it was nice," I say, smiling at him.
"So you like my little declarations of love?" Harry asks in a teasing voice, walking towards me.
"They do wonders for my ego. I can't blame you for being obsessed with me, though," I respond somewhat sarcastically, backing up slightly.
Harry keeps moving towards me, and I keep backing up until I feel my back hit a wall. I look up at him, and he places his hands on either side of my head.
"Nobody likes a narcissist," Harry says, leaning forward slightly.
I blink. I'm backed against a wall, and my head is trapped between Harry's hands, and he's looking at me all intense, and my heart is racing.
"You m-must hate me, then. I l-love myself too much for y-you," I stutter under the intense situation, not quite sure what's happening.
"Yeah, I hate you so much. I hate how perfect your hips are," Harry lowers one of his hands and squeezes my hip softly. I bite my lip to stifle a groan.
"I hate how soft your hair is," Harry runs his fingers through my hair, and I close my eyes at how nice it feels.
"And I especially hate how amazing your lips feel against mine," Harry cups my jaw and looks into my eyes with passion and want. "Only when you want to, though."
I take a deep breath. I don't want to make whatever this thing I have with Harry to be fueled by my anger with Nick. I want to be close to Harry when it's my decision, not my brain's way of coping.
Harry must sense my hesitation, because he immediately backs up.
"Let's keep baking, shall we?" He asks in an overly "fancy" voice.
"We shall," I answer in the same tone.
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"What should we do while the cookies are baking?" Harry asks when we finally put the desserts in the oven.
"I'm going to text the lads. Invite them over since my mum has to work overnight, and we still need to properly celebrate the fact that we got the lead roles in the play."
(Group chat)
Louis: Hey lads, you're all coming over to my place tonight for a sleepover. You don't have a choice
Liam: Alright
Niall: Will there be food?
Louis : No, Niall, my house is completely void of food
Niall: I just had to check
Louis: If you eat all of it, you're getting kicked out
Harry: Don't starve the kid, Louis
Louis: Harry you're literally in the same house as me, you don't need to be texting in here
Zayn: How romantic
Louis : Just shut up and be at my place by 6
"I guess we'll just have to hope they're coming over, then. Come on, you're helping me make dinner," I grab Harry's hand and pull him over to where the high cabinets are.
"I can't reach and I don't feel like getting a stool, so you need to help me up," I cross my arms.
"Okay, climb on my back," Harry agrees easily.
He basically gives me a piggyback ride, making it easier for me to reach the cabinets. I grab one of the cookbooks and get back down softly.
"Okay, time to get cooking!"
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(Author)
I literally only included that cabinet piggyback scene because it was at 940 words and I wanted it to be at least 1,000
My mind went a million different places while writing this chapter
Wow a lot of stuff happened, but also nothing happened at the same time, it's so weird
Did you like the song? It was a chopped version of Little Things by One Addition
Harry also backed Louis against a wall and teased him, so that was kinda spicy