MONEY - Larry Stylinson Soulmate AU ✓

· Chapter 8 ·

Word Count: 1495

Edited

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"Hurry up, Niall! He'll be here literally any second!" Louis yelled, stress filling every square fucking inch of his voice.

"Mate, I love you, but we still have five ours until he gets here," Niall exclaimed, showing Louis the time on his phone.

Louis dropped the blue paper banners he was holding, and squished the sides of his face together with his hands, "That doesn't matter. What if he takes off early and comes in unexpectedly! Oh God, I'm wasting time just by talking to you!"

Then, he was dashing away.

"Thanks, good to know you like talking to me!" Niall called, laughing loudly afterwards.

Zayn and Liam were in the kitchen, trying to take the cakes out of the pans after the chocolate circles had cooled enough.

Then, they would get to work on the frosting.

"Lou?" Liam called.

Louis sprinted from where he was, in the living room putting up the banners, into the kitchen.

"What?" He asked, "Why did your voice sound like you just saw a kid get hit by a car?"

Zayn raised an eyebrow, "Weird metaphor, but okay."

"Well," Liam started, staring nervously at a frantic Louis, "I- this second cake is sticking to the pan, and I fear that, if we get it out, part of it will stick to the pan and have a chunk missing from the cake."

Louis rubbed his eyes in frustration, and walked over to the other side of the kitchen island to inspect the cake closer.

"Zayn," He said, "Can you start working on the frosting? All of the ingredients except for the cold stuff are out already, on the counter over there."

Zayn nodded, and moved to the other side of the kitchen to start making the frosting.

"Okay, we can try tapping the bottom edge with a knife, and scrape around the edge of the cake to separate it from the pan," Louis thought.

He remembered that tip from when he was little - him and his mom used to always bake cakes together to eat with their elderly neighbor.

"Smart idea, Louis," Liam praised, opening a nearby drawer and retreating a knife.

He handed it to Louis, the expert, so he could get to work trying to get the cake out.

He tapped along the bottom of the round pan, multiple times.

And then, began separating if from the walls of the pan by running the knife along the inside, between the pan and the cake.

"Okay," He sighed, setting down the knife, "Moment of truth."

He tipped the pan over, placing it carefully on the cooling rack, and gently lifted it, shaking it a bit to get the cake loose.

It plopped out of the tin and onto the cooling rack, and Louis grinned with relief, until he pulled the pan completely away.

There was a huge chunk missing from one of the sides.

Louis dropped the tin, and put his head in his hands.

He could feel tears springing up into his eyes with frustration.

He wanted everything to be perfect for Harry's 33rd birthday, but so far everything was going wrong.