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part three

The doorbell rang once and Louis sprinted out of his bedroom and ran down the stairs, panting as he swung the door open. Harry stood on the other side, holding two paper bags in his hands and smiling, his features a tad bit tired. He'd worked today and then told Louis he'd bring the two of them dinner to have at Louis' place. He was probably going to sleep over, too, so Louis was excited.

"Been waiting for you," he rushed out, leaning forward and out the door so that he could kiss Harry as a hello.

"Sorry," Harry smiled apologetically. "It was a long day. But I got us burgers and fries and shakes."

"My boy feeds me so well," Louis chuckled, pulling Harry inside. Harry toed off his sneakers and instead of following Louis upstairs, he made a beeline for the living room where all of Louis' sisters were watching TV. Louis made a face as he followed, watching Harry exchange hugs and kisses with all of his siblings. He then took out a box of cookies from one of the bags, handing it over as they went nuts, each of them grabbing a handful while thanking Harry.

Before the kids could finish the whole box, Harry closed it and held up a finger at Louis, signaling that he would be another minute. But Louis knew where he was headed and it was definitely going to be longer than a minute. He sighed heavily as he made his way to the kitchen behind Harry where he saw his mom pull Harry into a hug as he offered her the leftover cookies.

While they launched into conversation, talking about the diner, the recent gossip surrounding the single hottie who'd moved into town, and whatever else, Louis stood by the entryway observing them. Observing Harry, mostly, and just how fucking amazing he was.

It jarred Louis sometimes ̶ the kindness of Harry's heart. He went out of his way to think about everyone and do something nice for them. Hell, Harry was nicer to Louis' family than Louis was to them. Louis barely spoke to them, but Harry always treated them so well, and while Louis wasn't exactly attached to his family emotionally, it made him emotional just seeing the effort Harry put in. It meant something to him that he deemed Louis' family so important, that he cared about them. When they were younger, Louis was greedy about his time with Harry, but over the years, Harry had gotten to know his family. He thought it was the polite thing to do since he spent so much time at their house.

"You ready to eat?" Harry asked as he walked over to Louis.

Louis snapped out of his thoughts, blinking back into the present. His mom was looking at them, a serene smile on her face, and Harry looked quite pleased with himself. "Yeah, I'm hungry as fuck," Louis said.

"Louis," his mom reprimanded him, though, it was half-hearted.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry," he mumbled, throwing his hand up as he followed Harry back into the living room.

He was intent on getting Harry up to his bedroom but then Lottie started snickering obnoxiously. He turned to glare at her. "What's your deal then?"

"Nothing," she said. "Just find it funny how whipped you are."

"Excuse you..."

"You heard me, Lou. Wherever Harry goes," she said, pointing at him as he stood there, watching the two of them. "You follow. Like a lost, lovesick puppy."

"Piss off, Charlotte," Louis rolled his eyes.

That only made Lottie giggle more, Fizzy and the twins following suit. "We're going to watch Frozen, Harry," Daisy said, standing up from her seat on the floor to grab Harry's hand and pull him towards the couch. "Watch with us."

"I love Frozen," Harry grinned, already taking a seat on the couch without paying Louis any mind. When Harry finally looked at him and his not so amused expression, he sighed. "C'mon, Lou. You know I love Frozen."