Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 3

It's Sunday morning and Harry is busy making his daily green smoothie. It's been ten days since he's met Louis at the bakery and during this week alone he already had to take one and a half cold showers. Once on Wednesday morning and half a one, last night.

And when Harry thinks about it, he starts blushing.

It's not like he wants it to happen. Nope. He's fine. He really is. It's just that when he took out the trash on Wednesday morning, Louis in all of his glory, dressed in nothing but a boxer brief, was also taking out theirs. And boy oh fucking boy, when he said 'Hi Harry', well, that just woke up all the fucking butterflies again, and before he knew it, they started traveling south. Suffice to say that him just waving while giggling like a giddy little schoolgirl was not one of his proudest moments.

On Thursday and Friday, he somewhat redeemed himself by successfully avoiding the blue eyed man. He felt kind of proud of this fact, because for a moment it felt like Louis was everywhere. Greeting him every morning before he went to the bakery, and low and behold, when Harry got back in the afternoon, Louis would be there, lazing around on Mrs T's front porch, saying 'Hi Harry' like he gets paid to do so.

Last night though, when Harry got back from an extra long day at the bakery, Louis again wasn't waiting out on the porch. Nope. He did however come walking out the front door dressed in all black with his hair perfectly quiffed, at the exact moment Harry made his way up to his own front door.

Just seeing Louis like that, woke up the butterflies again, and for the love of all things fluffy, when Louis lifted his hand and said 'Hi Harry' all of those little fuckers decided to have a race towards his crotch.

And yes, Harry is well aware that he hasn't gotten any in over a month, but reacting like this when someone only says your name... now that's some crazy fucking shit right there.

But then again, it's Louis. And Louis is not just someone. Louis is, according to Harry, the most beautiful human being he has ever seen. He is one hundred percent certain that God took his time when he created Louis. Yup. There's no doubt in his mind about that.

Well, back to the million butterflies that made their way to Harry's crotch. His eyes went wide at the feeling and he mumbled a quick 'Hi Louis' before he started unlocking his door.

"I'm going to a business dinner." He hears the blue eyed man saying and Harry wishes he could just get his damn door unlocked already.

"Oh, cool. Enjoy it." He says over his shoulder, still trying to get the key into the keyhole.

"Yeah. It's a Saturday. Who wants to work on a Saturday night, right?" Louis then pipes up. "But thank you anyway." He says and unlocks his Range Rover.

"Yeah." Harry says and to his great relief, he manages to finally unlock the door. He swings it open and steps inside, shutting it before pressing his head against it. "Fuck Harry, could you be any more awkward?" He mutters to himself before pushing himself away from the door.

Meanwhile Louis shakes his head. "I'm going to a business dinner. Really Louis? Of everything you could've said, 'I'm going to a fucking business dinner' was what you thought of first?" He mutters to himself when he gets into his car. "He probably thinks you're a weird fucking creep now." He starts his car and backs out of the driveway.

When Harry hears the fading revs of Louis' car, he looks down at the bulge in his skinny jeans and sighs. "Let's get rid of you before the boys come over, yeah?"

And Harry thinks he's lost it. In fact, he's sure he has. Who in their right mind has a casual conversation with their own cock? He thinks to himself as he makes his way towards the bathroom.