Baked In Style | L.S

Chapter 11

It's official.

For the past five weeks Harry has been living his best life.

He had let it slip one night during dinner that he loves the outdoors and that he's secretly an adrenaline junkie. Needless to say that ever since then, Louis has planned some adventurous outing for them every single weekend.

The first weekend they went skydiving in Snowdonia where they were recorded sharing a kiss at twelve thousand feet in the air. Harry couldn't stop talking about the experience for the remainder of the week that followed.

The second week, he went to London with Louis on Wednesday, because the latter had some important business that he had to attend to on the Thursday.

That Thursday he was also introduced to Louis' assistant, Nick. And Harry tried not to, but he just couldn't help clinging to Louis when he met the lad. He was definitely showing his possessiveness later on, by pushing the older man against his office wall, full on making out with him, in full view of Nick when he saw the latter eyeing Louis like he was some piece of meat.

Afterwards Harry could not stop apologizing to Louis for his behaviour, but Louis assured him that it was fine. In fact, Louis told him that he was so turned on, that if it wasn't for all the roof to floor glass walls, he would have fucked Harry then and there.

Harry still felt bad about his behaviour, but chugged it down to being insecure about his ex who had cheated on him with his own assistant, and Louis whole-heartedly understood. He promised Harry that he only has eyes for one man, and that man was Harry.

Needless to say that that Thursday night Louis ended up eight point seven inches deep inside Harry (yes Harry had finally asked him, because Niall wouldn't stop bothering him about the exact length of Louis' cock) which resulted in the Zorbing activity Louis booked for the Friday, being moved to the Sunday, because Harry was yet again unable to walk.

The weekend after that, Louis wanted to introduce Harry to his family and booked a river rafting activity that they did in Barnsley, which was on their way to Doncaster.

Harry was a right hit with the Tomlinson-family. So much so that Daisy and Phoebe started arguing about who would be Harry's maid of honour when he and Louis gets married.

Both men laughed at the twin sisters, not saying anything about their antics, but secretly loving the idea.

This past weekend, they didn't really go out to do anything. Harry wanted to introduce Louis to his family, so Louis helped Harry cook a Sunday lunch for them. Needless to say that Robin, Anne and Gemma whole-heartedly approves of the blue eyed man.

They were falling, fast and hard, a little more each day and neither of them seemed to mind that.

This morning though, Louis had to go back to London again and although he would return on Friday afternoon, Harry didn't want to let him go. He clung to the older man like a koala bear, kissing and marking him up- making sure his lovebites were visible for everyone to see.

And Harry doesn't understand it. He's never really had separation anxiety of any kind, yet he's a fucking emotional mess when Louis has to leave for only three days.

So when Harry walks into the bakery at half past ten, and Niall playfully states that he's late, he loses it.

"Oh shut up Niall. I'm not in the mood for your fucking shit today." He snaps and pushes past his Irish friend before disappearing into his office, leaving a shocked Niall to stare at door he just shut closed.

When lunchtime comes around Niall makes him a cup of tea. He knocks on the door that has remained closed since Harry got there and waits until he hears the green eyed man say "come in" before he opens it.

"Why'd you wait?" Harry furrows his brows when he sees Niall standing in the doorway.

Niall frowns for a second and then steps into the office. "I uhm- didn't know if you'd wanna see me." Niall says slowly.

And Harry feels like shit. His best friend of fifteen years, the one who's been there for him through thick and thin- the one he snapped at this morning for no good reason- was scared to just open his office door like he always does, because Harry made him think he didn't want to see him?

He gets up from his chair and walks over to the Irishman, wrapping his arms around him as soon as he reaches him. "I'm so sorry Ni. I didn't mean to snap at you." He says and starts sobbing into the Irish man's shoulder.

"Hey." Niall comforts, rubbing Harry's back. "Do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?"

"That's the thing. I don't know Ni." Harry says, as he pulls away. "Louis left this morning for London, and I've just been crying every time I think about him. And then I just got so nauseous from all the crying." Harry says and takes a deep breath, tears still running down his cheeks. "And then I just wanted to lie down for a moment, but when I woke up, it was already past ten." He wipes over his eyes with the back of his hand. "And then I got here and snapped at you, and I'm so sorry Ni, I really am." He says before he starts unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it open and pushing out his chest. "Do they look okay." Harry says, looking down at his nipples. "They're so sensitive. I almost fucking shat myself when Lou sucked on them last night."

"Louis sucks on your nipples?"

"NIALL!"

Niall just stands there, mouth agape, not sure if he wants to laugh at or cry with his best friend. He ends up pulling the green eyed man back into his arms, just hugging him tightly.

"So let me get this straight." He says when he leans back a little. "You're crying because Louis left for London and your nipples are sensitive."

"And because I snapped at you. I'm really sorry, Ni." Harry apologizes again.

"Fuck!" Niall exclaims. "If I didn't know you have a dick, I would have thought you were a woman." He says, but regrets it immediately when another  loud sob escapes Harry's throat and the tears starts streaming down his face once again.

"What's wrong with me, Ni?"

Niall pulls his shaking body closer again. "Hey, calm down Haz." He says sweetly. "We're going to Eddie's on Saturday, maybe you can ask him about it, yeah?" He then says and sighs when Harry mumbles a barely audible 'okay'. "Why don't you have some tea?" He asks, leading Harry back to his chair.

As he watches his friend, Niall's heart breaks a little and for a second he wonders if he should let Louis know what's going on, but decides against it. He doesn't want the older man to worry about Harry crying only because he misses him.

Louis has urgent business he needs to attend to, and can't come running back to Cheshire just because Harry misses him. Niall will stay with Harry for the next few nights.

It is settled.

Everything is fine.