Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 10

Niall watches on as his best friend comes walking into the bakery at an unusual slow pace and smiling like a real fucking idiot. He turns around to have a glance at the clock behind him and folds his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow as he turns back to face Harry. "You're late." He jokes and watches as the green eyed man rolls his eyes and starts to giggle. "Late and in a good mood apparently." He continues and watches the curly-haired man walk around the counter. "I want some of what you had."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. I feel tired. So I really do." Niall whines.

"Well I hate to break it to you Ni, but that's something I'm not sharing." He says sweetly and starts blushing.

The thing is, when Harry woke up this morning and felt Louis arm still tightly wrapped around him, his good mood was instant. To be honest, he really did not even want to get out of bed.

"So it is something then?" Niall asks curiously.

Harry smiles bashfully and starts walking towards his office. "Of course it is, Ni." He answers and opens the door before disappearing behind it, leaving a confused and curious Niall staring at the now closed door.

While he waits for his computer to start up, Harry sits down slowly, careful not to move too fast. He allows his thoughts to drift off, thinking about the previous night.

He still can't believe it finally happened.

When he thinks about all of those times he jerked off to the thought of Louis' hand wrapped around his cock, or how Louis would feel deep inside of him, he can now for sure say that, even though some of those orgasms were some of the best he's ever had, none of them could even come close to the one he had last night. Absolutely nothing compares.

Having sex with Louis was magical. Better than he expected it to be. Everything about it felt right. Every touch. Every kiss.

The way Louis was all gentle, yet dominant- knowing exactly what he wanted to do and what Harry needed, and then the way he took care of him afterwards- drawing him a bath and then carrying him to it, eventually getting in it with him because he just simply couldn't keep his hands off of Harry.

The way he gently massaged Harry's shoulders while they were sitting in the bathtub, continuously placing sweet kisses on and between his shoulder blades, asking every few minutes if Harry was still alright, and then the way he went to go get Harry some ibuprofen- just so he wouldn't be too sore today.

Harry gets pulled from his world of thoughts when there's three fast knocks on the door before it swings open, revealing a smug looking Niall. "I know why you were late!" He exclaims, accusingly pointing his finger at Harry.

Harry only rolls his eyes and lets out a soft giggle. "You should really wait for an answer when you knock Ni, I could have been naked."

Niall scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, you say that every time and yet you never are." He states matter of factly to which Harry only laughs and rolls his eyes once more.

"Why are you here Niall?" Harry asks and turns to face his computer.

"Because I know why you were late." The Irishman says again and wiggles his eyebrows eliciting another chuckle from Harry.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!" He exclaims. "It's because I was right, and you didn't go to sleep after we left last night, did you."

And Harry did not need to answer because the blush creeping from his neck to his cheeks is all his Irish friend needs to see to know that he is spot on.