Larry Stylinson Sickfics

Bad at First Impressions

***PLEASE TAKE SOME TIME TO READ THE A/N AT THE END**

this is loosely based on a dream I had a while ago so, yeah

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Harry woke up on Saturday morning to the smell of breakfast cooking and the sounds of Louis humming downstairs. He smiled and rolled out of bed, stretching quickly then going downstairs. 

In the kitchen, Louis was moving around quickly, flipping pancakes, frying bacon, brewing coffee and boiling the kettle for tea. 

Harry could tell he was focused and in a zone. He smiled at this and then snuck up behind Louis and grabbed him around the waist. 

Louis let out a high-pitched squeal and turned around in Harry's arms.

"Don't scare me like that, Harry Edward!" Louis scolded playfully, lightly slapping Harry's chest. 

"Sorry, love. You just looked so cute all focused on your cooking, which I think, by the way, is burning," Harry said. 

Louis gasped and pulled out of Harry's arms, rushing over to the stove to keep cooking. Luckily, nothing had burned too badly and Harry liked his bacon crispy. 

They ate in silence, the whole house was pretty quiet other than the faint clicking on Clifford in the living room, trying to find a place to lay down. 

When breakfast was finished, Harry cleaned up and Louis sat at the counter and watched him. 

"We have to be at Mark and Lexi's place at half-past twelve," Louis told Harry. 

Harry turned away from the dishes and looked at Louis. "What?" 

"Don't tell me you've forgotten, Harry Edward!" Louis gasped. 

"Jeez, middle-named twice in one morning," Harry laughed. 

"It's Mark's birthday and he's having a small get-together, remember?" Louis said. 

Then, Harry did remember, Mark was one of Louis' old friends from school. They were supposed to be going to his house for some gathering. Louis was excited because he hadn't seen any of his old friends for so long, always being busy with the band and, none of them had met Harry yet. 

"Right, sorry," Harry said. 

"Mark said it's only a couple of people invited. Me and you, Meredith and Derek, Alex and Izzy, maybe a couple of others," Louis told him. "They're all looking forward to meeting you. And, don't worry about them not liking you, Izzy will treat you like you've been best friends for years the second you walk in the door." 

Harry smiled, he had been nervous to meet Louis' friends but this was kind of comforting. 

"I'm looking forward to it," Harry replied.

"I'm gonna go get ready," Louis said, jumping off the counter where he'd been sitting watching Harry. 

Harry just nodded, it was way too early to be getting ready yet but, he knew Louis was excited and he wouldn't be able to sit still so he just let him go. 

While he finished the dishes, Harry's stomach starts to feel a little off. He takes a deep breath and tries to ignore it, hoping his stomach is just digesting the big breakfast he'd eaten. He really hopes the pain goes away (even though after only a couple of minutes it already hurts a lot) because Louis hasn't been able to see his friends in so long and if Harry told him he wasn't feeling well, Louis, disappointed or not, would stay home and look after Harry until he was 100% again. 

Harry just finishes the dishes and goes upstairs to find some medicine. 

He goes to the bathroom and finds Louis, just out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush in hand.