Falling In Love (L.S)

Chapter 10

Harry frowns and covers his face with the crease of his elbow. He had been asleep and woke up to Carly's lips around his cock. She just swallowed his cum and is now in the bathroom showering for the day and Harry can't really concentrate on anything because he feels guilty?

He doesn't even know why, but when he realized what she was doing he wanted her to stop. He felt like they shouldn't be intimate like this and it's scaring him a bit if he's being honest.

There's this voice, in the back of his head, that's telling him he knows exactly why he feels guilty. He loves Carly but he's not too sure if he's in love with her anymore. How does one tell the difference? They've been together for so long, how can he be sure that he's really staying in this relationship for him and Carly instead of staying in it out of obligation?

He leans his head back and sighs before reaching over to his phone. Louis sent a text about ten minutes ago asking if Harry can come by his house for breakfast before work, letting the elder know they'll be a little late going into the office today.

Harry smiles despite himself and hurries to get ready. He notices Carly smiling at him and she probably assumes Harry's in a good mood because of her; he doesn't have to heart to tell her it's because he's about to get some homemade breakfast. He washes up, brushes his teeth and hair, puts his clothes on, and then grabs his wallet, keys, and briefcase before he leaves out of the house.

The ride to Louis' place is short, and upon arriving he sees Louis in a pair a black slacks that has a white button up tucked into them. Louis ushers Harry in immediately and then forces the man to sit at the table while he goes to grab two plates that are both filled with food. Harry feels like a dog who smells something delicious. He looks at the plate before him and doesn't even care that his mouth has dropped open, slightly.

"Lou?" He looks up and questions, even though he's already picking up his fork.

"Richard let it slip that you've been craving steak egg benedict for a while so I thought I'd surprise you." The boy just shrugs like this is no big deal; like it's such a normal thing to want to do something nice for Harry just because.

"You're something else." Harry mumbles into his food and it's true—Louis really is one of a kind and continues to impress, and surprise Harry daily. The boy is simply incredible, just like his cooking.

"Oh, fuck me." Harry moans. The sound is even obscene to his own ears but in this moment he can't find a single fuck to give. The eggs are runny and perfect, the steak is flavorful and so good, and the fresh biscuits practically melt in his mouth like cotton candy. He's never had a breakfast so delicious before.

"God Lou, you spoil me." Harry admits as he finishes half of his breakfast already. It's embarrassing how fast he's eating but he doesn't really want to stop or slow down.

"Want in on my secret? I've been trying to perfect this dish for about a week. The eggs were the hardest part." The boy blushes as he admits and Harry is so endeared it hurts. Louis is so selfless it's ridiculous; he's been secretly making one dish for a week straight just so he can surprise Harry.

"You better watch it Lou, you're going to make me fall in love with you." Harry teases and then watches as Louis ducks his head down.

"Yeah well, you know what they say; the way into a man's heart is through his stomach." Harry hums but gives his assistant a dimpled smirk in response.

"Keep feeding me like this and I'll never leave." He states back in an easy manner.

"Good, then my evil plan is working." Harry lets out a startled laugh that shocks even himself. He's never made that noise before.