Across City Skyline [Larry Stylinson]

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Louis feels such relief when he hears that Ethan headed back to LA. And honestly, he can see relief in Harry as well. He's looser, he's smil-ier, he's just overall lighter. He still messages Harry all the time, Louis notices. And Harry will still reply more often than not with a frown on his face.

All he can think about is Zayn saying that he's getting there and he's putting his faith in that. He has to.

"Lewis!" Harry screeches, unbearably high as he enters the bakery.

Louis cringes, then let's out a laugh upon seeing the wide smile on Harry's face. "Yes, Harold?"

"I'm so glad the bakery is empty," Harry giggles, balancing the container in his arms before placing it down on the counter top.

"Look, I made something," he says excitedly, bouncing on his toes, ripping open the lid of a container immediately.

Louis grins, Harry's smile infectious, walking to the container. He brightens. "Danishes?"

"Yes," Harry nods excitedly, "I looked up a recipe and I tried it out but I haven't tasted it yet. I wanted to taste it with you."

Louis' heart warms. "That's sweet," he says, "well, come on then, let's taste them."

Harry does his frog smile, taking one out of the container and handing it to Louis.

Louis makes the mistake of putting most of the pastry into his mouth and biting into it. Its not... Bad, really. The pastry is still half raw and it's not sweet enough, and there's a little too much of jam in the middle. It's the half-raw thing that gets to Louis the most. It's one of his biggest pet peeves.

Harry is chewing it, face comforting. "That's," he swallows, "that's so horrible compared to yours."

Louis forces himself to swallow it and places the rest down, back into the container. He watches Harry pout and throw the rest of his back too.

"It's fine. It's not bad for your first time," Louis is quick to reassure him.

Harry scoffs, closing the container and huffing. "I was really confident that it was good."

"Harry, it's fine. You just have to practice," Louis says gently.

Harry looks at him, searching Louis' eyes. "Will you teach me? Or is it like your nan's secret recipe that you've sworn to keep within the family?"

Louis' lips twitch up into a smile. "No secret recipe, no. It's my own. Well, I tweaked it a bit."

"Great, so can you teach me?" Harry asks, eyes full of hope.

Louis sighs. "Yeah, I can. Not now though."

"Obviously not now," he says, rolling those striking green eyes of his. Louis didn't think he had a type before this but he's sure he does now.

Maybe it's just Harry though, not necessarily a type. If he had to see someone else with with green eyes, curly hair and plump pink lips, he doesn't know if he'd feel an attraction this strong towards them.

"Obviously not now, what?" Niall asks, coming out a tray of fresh muffins.

"Louis promised to teach me how to make danishes 'cause my attempt to make them failed miserably," he ends with a sigh.

Niall raises a brow at Louis. "You're gonna teach him? You have no patience to teach someone how to do anything. Do you remember how frustrated you got with me when you tried to teach me how to make your baked cheesecake?"

Louis huffs. "You're just a bad student," he says, sticking out his tongue.

Niall gives him a pointed look before looking at Harry again. "Good luck with this one then. When are you gonna teach him?"