Love is War (L.S.)

19

(A/N: y'all I'm sorry this was supposed to be posted sooner but my laptop was in the shop for four days and then I couldn't remember my login info when I got it back. Anyways, enjoy!

Also, this chapter is a hot mess).

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"Don't lie please, just tell me if you liked it or not."

"It was alright."

"Alright as in 'that was mediocre at best' or alright as in 'it was really good but I have a hard time expressing my likes and dislikes?"

"Alright as in 'if I'd never eaten that before, I think I would've lived just fine.'"

"But now that you have eaten it, you can't live fine?"

Louis suppresses a laugh and lowers the volume on the television a little. "No, but it also didn't really affect me in any way."

Harry furrows his eyebrows at him in that way that's becoming a little too familiar. "It's not magical stew, Louis. It can't give you the ability to read minds or cure cancer."

"Really? Cause you were acting as though if I didn't eat it then everything and everyone I know would be in danger."

"Was not," he says, crossing his arms over his chest with a little pout. 

Louis is decidedly not endeared. 

When Harry had come back from the hallway after his phone call, he had politely excused himself to use the loo. By the time he emerged, the food had arrived and Louis thanked the universe for the impeccable timing of room service, as it saved him an indefinite amount of awkward small talk between him and the other man. 

Louis had then berated Harry until he agreed to change the channel from the segment on penguins, to literally anything else. He flicked through the stations aimlessly until they both agreed on the channel playing 'You've Got Mail' - a film they apparently have both seen on countless occasions (Harry more than Louis by two viewings). They sat side by side against the headboard in comfortable silence as they consumed their dinners, only interjecting here and there to make a comment on the movie. Harry hadn't said anything about Louis ordering the fish stew, but he did wear a small, pleased smile on his face throughout dinner, which Louis thought best to ignore. 

Now, with their stomachs full and their dishes left abandoned on the service cart in the hall outside, they're both sprawled out on the bed with the television playing as mostly background noise to their trivial conversations. Harry is propped up on one elbow and lying on his side, looking down at Louis. While Louis is lying on his back with his hands clasped on his stomach, eyeing the ceiling. They had been in the middle of discussing if 'Schitt's Creek' could be considered as funny as 'The Office' when Harry brought back up whether Louis really liked the stew or not. He had rounded back to this topic of discussion three times since they finished their meals, no answer seeming satisfactory enough for him. 

"Harry," Louis sighs. "I don't regret getting the stew. I liked it and like you said, it's good for me isn't it?"

Harry casts his eyes downward as he pulls at some loose thread on the comforter. "Yeah it is. I just don't want you to like...have eaten it for me...because you should eat what you like and..."

Louis groans loudly to cut him off. 

"I already ate it, now let's move on and stop feeling guilty! Jesus, it's like talking to my little sisters sometimes with you." Louis laments.