Bruises

Chapter 4

I'm so sorry for not uploading. Procrastinating etc. But that is no excuse for my peasantness. I hope this chapter partially makes up for it xxx

Harry was woken bright and early by someone banging on his door. He stumbled out of bed and shuffled to the door. Who even wakes up this early!? Bloody peasants.

He opened the door to reveal-of course- Louis standing there. As soon as the door was open he charged past Harry like an excited whirlwind. Louis stopped in the middle of the room and turned to face him. Harry gasped.

There was a nasty purple bruise right above Louis' right eye. "Lou! Where did that come from? What happened. Are you OK?" He was panicking now. "Haz, calm down babe. Clumsy McClumsy over here didn't notice the cupboard door was open and walked right into it. Hurt like a bitch but I'm OK now. Don't get your knickers in a twist" he chuckled at himself but it didn't reach his eyes. Harry looked at him doubtfully. "Haz, I'm fine seriously. I can look after myself. Anyhoo I'm bored so let's do cooking- oh...um" Harry was still staring at the bruise. It was fresh. Of course, Louis' story could've been true but Harry knew Louis wasn't clumsy. His movements were graceful. Harry was the baby giraffe. Forever tripping over those damn invisible objects. He realised Louis had trailed off and was now staring at his naked torso. His eyes raked up and down his half naked body before swallowing. He noticed Harry was staring at him and flushed bright red before becoming strangely interested in his shoes. "Oh, um, soz Haz. I'll just sit here while you...yeah" he made a vague gesture towards Harry before leaping over the back of the sofa and switching on the TV. Harry shook his head, bemused, before making his way to the bedroom to get dressed.

"So, Lou, whaddya wanna cook?" They were standing in the kitchen and apparently going ahead with Louis' cooking idea. "Ooh! Can we make cookies!? I haven't had cookies in aaaages." Louis was literally bouncing with excitement. Harry smiled fondly at him. "Sure" he said "I reckon I've got all the ingredients so grab an apron and wash your hands. Properly mind, with soap. None this 'only water' business." Louis saluted before marching across the kitchen towards the sink as Harry started taking the ingredients out of the cupboard.

They'd been cooking for about half an hour and Louis had managed to turn the kitchen into a complete mess. There were utensils and ingredients everywhere and a few broken eggs lay on the worktop where there had been some unfortunate accident which Louis knew nothing about. Said person was now frantically mixing the ingredients in the bowl and getting flour everywhere in the process. Harry had had enough of watching this disaster and thought it was timne to step in.

"No Lou, its like this." Harry put one hand on the bowl before reaching around Louis and grabbing the spoon, bringing it to an abrupt halt. Louis took a sharp breath in at the contact and tensed as Harry began slowly moving the spoon around the bowl. He slowly relaxed back against Harry and they stirred in a comfortable silence until the mixture became cookie dough.

Harry reluctantly let go once the mixture was ready. He thought

he saw a flash of disappointment flash across Louis' face but it was gone so quickly he couldn't be sure it was ever there.

The cookies were on the cooling rack and they- well Harry- were tidying up. Suddenly a cloud of flour hit him in the face. He started coughing and turned to glare at Louis who was laughing so hard, tears were falling from his eyes. Right. Harry thought. This means war. He seized one of the remaining eggs and cracked it over Louis' head. He immediately stopped laughing and stared in shock at Harry. Then his eyes narrowed and he smirked. Louis grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at Harry's face before running off, cackling madly.

Soon, Harry caught Louis and started tickling him. Louis started laughing and writhing beneath him  "Haz! P-please! Stop! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" Harry suddenly became aware of their position and Louis who was lying on the floor, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and hair tousled. Harry was straddling him and using one huge hand to hold Louis' wrists to the floor above his head while the other was pressed to the floor next to Louis' head. There faces were extremely close together.

Harry's gaze drifted down to Louis' lips. They were pink and just begging to be kissed. He leant forward and the oven timer went off, starting them out of their reverie. They sprang apart. Harry scrambled off Louis then helped him up. They were both blushing madly. Harry scratched his head nervously "Uh...the cookies" Louis smiled at him.

"Yeah" he said softly.

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