Change Your Ticket || larry

10

"Why do you have so much shit?" Harry groans. He's opening up the boxes Eleanor sent out to them and Louis is watching him from the recliner.

It's been about two months since Louis decided to stay and he hasn't regretted his decision once. His parents are still not speaking to him, but Eleanor keeps him updated on his sisters and friends back home. He also applied for a job as an editor and he's hoping to hear from them soon.

"It's not shit. That's my whole life right there," Louis quickly tells him and Harry just turns to him, a sweet smile on his face.

"My whole life is sitting in that chair," he tells him and Louis throws his head back to laugh and Harry can't help but laugh along with him. "That was bad," he admits and Louis nods.

"So bad. You're awful sometimes," he says softly and Harry just gives him one last smile before he turns back to the box. Louis thinks this is the best their relationship has been. They're not hiding and nothing feels rushed like it did when they thought he was going to leave. Their relationship just feels right.

"Can we order pizza?" Louis questions.

"Are you paying?" Harry questions back and Louis makes a face at him.

"No job, silly."

"Well I spent the last of my money shipping your shit across an ocean. Go make dinner," Harry instructs. Louis just looks at him and Harry gives him a stern look. Louis stands up with an over dramatic sigh.

"Fine," he whines and Harry just grins and smacks his butt as he passes. Louis squeaks and covers the area with his hands.

"Love you!" Harry tells him.

"Yeah yeah. Hope you like burnt food," he grumbles back. He enters their small kitchen and looks to see Harry move to their room where he goes to hang his clothes. Louis pulls out his phone and looks through their kitchen to see they have chicken. What can he make with chicken?

He goes through cooking sites and finally sees something that appeals to him. He's generally picky so he's surprised he found something. He only likes when Harry cooks.

He starts to pull everything out and measure and cut the food. Harry comes out when he's putting it in the oven and raises his brow at him.

"Still have all your fingers?" He teases and Louis holds up his hand and scowls at his lover. Harry just walks over and pulls him into a hug.

"Thanks for cooking. I'm just tired," Harry tells him. Louis hugs him back and sighs. Harry's been working extra hours to help pay for the living expenses of two people. Louis' been trying to get a job, but his class courses take up most of his time.

"I know. I hope you like it," Louis murmurs and Harry kisses the top of his head.

"I'm sure I'll love it and if I don't I'll eat it anyways," he promises.

The two go sit down on the couch and watch the news until the oven beeps and Louis gets up to check on everything. It smells actually not that bad and it looks quite good as well.

"That smells great. What did you make?" Harry calls, leaning over the couch. Louis looks at him, oven mitts covering his hands.

"Chicken wrapped in parma ham stuffed with mozzarella with a side of homemade mash," Louis tells him. Harry's eyes light up and he walks into the room to take a look at it.

"You actually cooked a meal," he says in awe and Louis just smacks his chest.

"Where's the vegetables?" Harry asks.

"Vegetables?" Louis asks back and Harry just rolls his eyes and walks to the fridge. He pulls out a container of Caesar salad which makes Louis scrunch his nose.

"You have to eat vegetables, Lou. C'mon let's make our plates," Harry cheers. Louis gets down the plates and they each make their own. They sit down at the table and Louis just watches as the boy tentatively takes a bite.

"So?" Louis asks. He's nervous because he really can't cook and he doesn't want to make Harry sick or something.

"It's good. You did good, love," Harry smiles and Louis just glows under his praise. They each finish eating and then Louis being the great boyfriend he is cleans the dishes. They both walk back out into the main room and Louis grabs a box.

"It's labelled 'garbage' with a heart so I want to know what's inside," Louis explains as he sits down. Harry just watches as he opens it and on the inside is paper and pictures. Louis just reaches in and pulls out a small photo from their prom night. Eleanor had taken it of the two boys and they're kissing in front of the lake.

"I have the picture too. It's in my photo album," Harry tells him. Louis just smiles and reaches in to grab more. There's Harrys sweaters and love notes from years ago. There's the teddy bear holding a heart and the shitty mixed cd Harry made him. Harry teases him about keeping everything but Louis can tell he loves it. Who wouldn't love knowing they're loved?

When they reach the bottom Louis' face goes red and Harry let's out a loud laugh. There sits Louis' butt plug and dildo. Stuck to the dildo is a note. He pulls it off and Harry grabs the dildo to play with.

Louis.

Cannot believe you kept this under your bed. You nasty little fuck. I miss you and I hope you're loving New York. Wishing you and Harry the best!

El. (I'm coming to visit soon)

Louis smiles at the note and Harry reads it over his shoulder quick. He smiles at the words and then reaches in and grabs the butt plug.

"We had some good times with this," Harry smirks and Louis rolls his eyes.

"We did. All those weekend long sleepovers," Louis muses.

"Weekend long fuck sessions you mean? Those were the days," Harry laughs and Louis just shakes his head.

"I like these days better," Louis tells him and Harry just tilts his head and gives him a half smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I like these days way better," Louis nods and Harry just looks at his face, drinking in his beauty.

"Why?" He questions and Louis just grabs his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

"Because I get to spend them all with you. No hiding and no lies," Louis tells him and Harry smiles stupidly and kisses him.

"That was bad," Harry laughs against his lips and Louis just shoves him away lightly.

"I hate you," he states and Harry just leans back.

"I hate you too," he replies. They both sit in silence and Louis is trying to keep a straight face and remain silent. He never likes being the first to give in. He does though because Harry hits him with the dildo and Louis jumps on him and takes it from him, hitting him with it instead.

They both fall to floor, laughing and not even worrying about the people that live below them. Harry flips them over and pins Louis' wrists above his head, Louis' right hand still clutching the toy.

"Want to smack me with that again?" Harry questions and Louis just laughs.

"I'll smack you with my actual dick," he tells him and Harry just laughs and leans down to capture his lips with his own and Louis is once again happy he chose Harry.

"So, are you loving New York so far?" Harry asks when they stop. It takes Louis a moment to realize he's referring back to Eleanor's note and then he's back to smiling so wide his eyes all but disappear.

"Can't imagine a place I'd rather be."

The End.