Sober Thoughts~LARRY~

Chapter 2

Louis woke up the next morning with a kink in his neck and a warm small form pressed to his chest. He slid away quietly from Austin’s sleeping body and tucked the blanket back around him. He picked up his phone from the ground and headed to the kitchen, seeing that Eleanor had texted him at 7:07 am.

Hey babe! I stayed at Lauren’s house last night. I didn’t want to drink and drive and all. Well I will probably be home around 4 or 5 tonight. Sarah and Laura want to go bridesmaid dress shopping for Sophia’s wedding. Oh that reminds me, we have to go look for a tux for you! We only have a month! Okay well I’m going to let you sleep, darling. Love you! Xx.

Louis sighed at the time- 9:36 am. He hadn’t been up this early in months. He ran his own office hours so it never really mattered. He set his phone down on the counter before going outside to grab the newspaper. It was then he realized he was only wearing boxer shorts and an old band t-shirt. Oops. Oh well.

When Louis came back inside, He decided he was going to ATTEMPT to make breakfast for his sons and guest, despite his utter lack of cooking skills and the fact that the boys probably wouldn’t be up for another 3 hours. Maybe he would wake up Austin when it was ready… he would put some pants on before anyone woke up… that sounded like a good idea.

He went over to the fridge and grabbed the bacon, eggs, and white bread that he kept hidden from Eleanor. (She would kick his arse if she knew what Louis kept a secret from her.) Louis started up the frying pan and poured tea in the kettle because, damn, he wanted tea. While Louis always tried to perfect his bacon cooking skills, he always managed to burn the hell out of it, along with the eggs and toast. But he was determined that this one was the one, just like last time.

He placed bacon on the heated pan and began mixing the eggs into a bowl, humming a made up tune and shaking his bum along to it. He was popping toast into the toaster when he sensed someone watching him, but he ignored it. But just as he grabbed the toast from the toaster, he heard a voice from the kitchen entry way behind him.

“Hey Mister Lou, why are you up so early?”

Louis jumped and up went the toast in his hands. He turned around, grabbing his chest, trying to steading his breathing, and muttering a quiet, “fuck” under his breathe.

That’s when he saw who it was. Well, he knew who it was already. The buttery voice could only belong to one boy, and only one boy on earth called him “Mister Lou”.

But what he didn’t know was what the tall boy would be wearing.

Standing about 5 feet from his was a shirtless and boxer briefed Harry Styles, hair a crazy mess of curls and eyes rather bloodshot. Holy shit! When did Harry turn into… this! Louis thought, as he raked his eyes down the pale boys torso. Harry scratched his extremely toned stomach, which didn’t go unnoticed by Louis.

Louis realized he had been eying the boy and immediately blushed and looked back up to Harry’s smirking face. When the hell was the last time Louis blushed?

But then Louis saw the attire he himself was in, and how Harry, HIS SONS BEST FRIEND, probably just saw him shake his arse, and most importantly, how Harry was supporting a semi because of 33 year old LOUIS.

What the fuck?

Louis suddenly noticed he still hadn’t spoken, and cleared his throat. He looked back up into Harry’s eyes, which were only small rings of green now, and tried to ignore Harry’s knowing stare.

“I could ask you the same thing, Styles.” He really couldn’t though, because Harry was an early riser, even after a late night. HARRY was usually the one to make everyone breakfast on Saturday mornings.