Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 6

It's Saturday evening- a week after Louis came back from London, and the two of them are laying on Harry's three-seater couch. Harry in front and Louis right behind him- mindlessly tracing the outlines of the tattoos on Harry's left arm.

They were watching a movie, but halfway through, Harry remembered a joke he wanted to tell Louis, and half an hour later, he was still busy telling them and Louis was still laughing. Not because they were that funny, but because Harry told them, and Louis laughing made Harry happy.

"Okay, okay, last one." Harry says. "It's a funny one. Okay. Are you ready for it?" He asks, turning his whole body so he's now facing Louis. He rests his head on his left while placing his right hand on Louis' chest, staring deeply into the blue eyes in front of him.

A bright smile makes its way to Harry's face when he feels Louis draping his left arm over Harry's middle, pulling him even closer before he starts tracing patterns with the tips of his fingers on Harry's back.

"R- r- ready as I- I'll e- e- ever b- be." He stutters, when he sees Harry's smile.

"Okay." Harry says and takes a deep breath. "I was actually lying. It's not a joke and not really funny, it's more like a question and a statement." He says hesitantly.

"Oh, okay." Louis says, his one eyebrow raised. "Whenever you're ready, love." He continues and pecks Harry's nose.

Harry finds himself still blushing at the sound of the pet name Louis casually started using a week ago. And he knows it's not really that big of a deal, because they're both British, and calling someone love, is really only second nature. But to Harry it feels like something more. Like a craving being satisfied. A craving he didn't know he had until the first time Louis called him 'love'.

"Okay." He says and swallows thickly. "Are you French?" He asks.

"No, love. I'm proper Bri-ish. Why?" Louis says and smiles sweetly.

"Because I think Eiffel for you."

And for a second he can actually hear his heart beating as he looks at Louis who's only staring at him, mouth agape. And Harry feels stupid. Did he read the signals wrong? He for sure thought Louis liked him too. He's been kissing Harry every chance he got, this entire week. Why is he just staring now? Is it too soon? Nice going Harry, what were you thinking? He thinks to himself and hesitantly breaks eye contact with the blue eyed man.

"I fell for you too, Harry." Louis finally speaks. "So hard." He adds and lifts Harry's face with the side of his pointer finger until their eyes meet again. "I don't think I've ever fell this hard or fast for anyone before." He says and leans forward to connect their lips in a soft, languid kiss. Tightening his grip around the younger man's middle.

Relief washes over Harry and he feels like he's floating, floating on a cloud and he never wants to come down. He wants to stay wrapped up in Louis' arms for the rest of his life.

Without breaking the kiss, Louis pushes him to lie flat on his back and drapes his left leg over Harry's thighs, before he slightly lifts himself to hover over the younger man. He runs his tongue over Harry's bottom lip who immediately parts them. And if Harry thought that being held by Louis felt like he was floating on a cloud, then kissing him like this must feel like heaven then. He never wants to stop, so he closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Louis' neck while the latter continues to slowly explore the inside of Harry's mouth with his tongue.

When Louis breaks the kiss, Harry lets out a low whining moan and keeps his arms wrapped around Louis' neck, leaving the older man chuckling while fondly looking down at his blissful face. And of course- he has to be smiling right now.

"H- H- H- Harry." He says, touching the younger man's nose with his own and then pecking his lips.

"Hmmmm." Is the only way Harry manages to answer, overwhelmed by the butterflies that erupts as soon as Louis says his name.

"Harry." Louis says again, watching how the line of Harry's mouth curves into a perfect smile, his dimples also making their appearance, so he places his hands over them and leans forward to place a soft kiss on each of Harry's eyelids. "Harry, please open your eyes love, I wanna see them."

When Harry opens them, all he sees is blue and thinks that Louis' eyes reminds him of the ocean an how he could just sail away in them. He swallows thickly when he sees the tip of Louis' tongue darting out, gliding across his bottom lip.

"Do you wanna b-." Louis starts talking but cuts himself off. "Will you be my boyfriend, please?"

And Harry eagerly nods his head. "Yeah!" He says sweetly and pulls Louis closer. "I will." Is what he says before connecting their lips again and Louis wastes no time before deepening the kiss.

When they need to break their kiss to breathe, Harry is the first to say something. "I want you to meet my friends."

Louis furrows his eyebrows but smiles nonetheless. "I've already met Niall, love."

"Yeah, I know, but you haven't gotten to know him. And there's Zayn and Perrie too. You've not met them before. And besides, I can introduce you as my boyfriend now."

Louis places a sweet peck on Harry's lips. "I- I- I'd l- l- l- love to. Just t- t- tell me w- w- w- when and w- w- where."

Harry thinks he's about to melt this very second. Louis is by far the most adorable human being he's ever had the pleasure of knowing.  "Tomorrow. Here." He replies almost immediately. "I'll cook us lunch."

"Okay. I'll come over to help, yeah?" Louis says, watching Harry nod his head and softly saying "okay" before he leans back down to capture the younger man's lips with his own once more.