Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 7

An irritated Niall paired with an indecisive Harry is never a good combination. Yet here they are in their local supermarket- Niall, irritated because of Harry's indecisiveness.

"Just pick one already Harold! We can't spend the whole day in the fresh produce isle." Niall whisper shouts through gritted teeth.

"Ni, would you stop complaining. You literally insisted on coming along."

Niall stomps his foot twice, balling his hands into fists next to his sides. "But I thought we were only going to be in and out. You're literally taking forever to decide Harold. What is so difficult in deciding between ten ounces of sliced mushrooms and ten ounces of button mushrooms? They're both ten fucking ounces!"

Harry only rolls his eyes and looks back down to the two packets of mushrooms in his hands. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. You only ever eat the food."

Louis comes up behind Harry snaking his arms around his middle and peeking over his shoulder. "What have you got there, love?"

Harry leans back into his embrace. "Oh, just some mushrooms." He shows the two packets to Louis. "Can't decide between the two"

Louis furrows his eyebrows, eyeing the two packets thoughtfully. "But what's the difference, love? Why can't you decide? They're both ten ounces. And they're both mushrooms."

"Thank you!" Niall exclaims and sighs exasperatedly. He looks at Harry and points to Louis. "See, even your boyfriend, does not get your obsession." He walks towards Harry, places both his hands on the green eyed man's cheeks, and squeezes them. "Just fucking pick one Harryyyyyy!" He says, dragging the word.

Harry reaches into his jeans' pocket and grabs his car's key, holding it out to Niall. "Just go get in the car and wait there. You're acting like a two year old, and we're not even halfway through this list." He says, waving a piece paper in front of the Irishman's face, before turning towards Louis, narrowing his eyes. "As for you. I'm truly disappointed."

Louis tilts his head to the side. "Why? What did I do?"

"Well for starters, you sided with the leprechaun on the weight issue, but most importantly-" He says, smiling as he looks between his best friend and his boyfriend. "You don't know the difference between button and sliced mushrooms?"

Niall takes the keys from Harry's hand and looks at Louis sympathetically before patting his shoulder. "Good luck mate." He says and starts walking towards the exit.

Louis stares at Harry's dimples. I- I- I'm s- s- s- sorry, love." He says, trying to tear his eyes from Harry's mouth to look into his eyes, but it's a real struggle. "W- w- what a- are y- y- you m- making?"

Harry chuckles and holds up the sliced mushrooms. "I was thinking of making some creamy chicken fettucini with mushrooms." He says and sighs before raising the button mushrooms. "But then I thought maybe I should do mushrooms in garlic butter, with some grilled chicken."

Louis listens attentively and nods. "Well, I love pasta, so I'd pick the fettucini anytime." He says and pecks Harry's lips.

Harry smiles and looks down at the sliced mushrooms, placing it in the trolley. "Fettucini it is then." He says and returns the button mushrooms to the shelve. He starts pushing the trolley forward again, and Louis walks right beside him, his fingers tucked into one of the back pockets of Harry's jeans. A smug smile on his face, because he gets to show off that the curly haired man is in fact his boyfriend now.