Louis let out a deep breath as he entered the homely atmosphere of his apartment; the warm air contrasting with the cool chills of outside. He shrugged off his heavy coat and left it on the coat hanger, untangling his scarf from his neck and throwing it to the side. He could hear the slight murmur of the television from the room down the hall; indicating that Harry had returned home from his afternoon babysitting at their stylist’s.
Louis skipped through to the living room, peeking his head round the door to see his boyfriend staring intensely at the laptop screen; the TV viewings abandoned.
“Hey, love” Louis chimed from the door. Harry jumped in shock and slammed the laptop lid quickly. His face was sodden with surprise and guilt; no innocent speck in his entrancing green orbs.
“H-hey” He stammered unsurely, “H-how was Liam’s?”
Louis sent him a suspicious look, but let it slide nonetheless. “It was fine, Zayn and him were just snogging all the time. I mean, I get that they’re still in the honeymoon stage but seriously, they don’t need to make out all the bloody time”
Harry let out a nervous chuckle, scraping his fingers through his curly strands as a distraction from the conversation.
“I’m gonna make some dinner, you hungry?” Louis asked, receiving a distant nod from his husband. Thinking nothing of it, he wandered through to the kitchen away from the frantic lad.
No more than half an hour later, Louis was calling Harry through to the dining room for their home cooked meal. Louis wasn’t one to brag; but he had some serious skills in the kitchen. Although the lads still called him up for burning the cheese on toast at their first - not to sound too girly - ‘sleepover’, they knew he was no doubt the best cook out of them. Niall’s opinion didn’t matter either way, as he just ate anything given to him; thankfully he declined the burnt toast that time or else he’d have regretted it thoroughly; but Liam had an acquired taste for luxury food and even he thought Louis’ cooking was good.
Louis liked to fuss around. He liked to treat people with the uttermost grace and make them comfortable constantly. The look upon Harry’s face when he bit into the cooked food was enough to satisfy the older boy; the ‘mmm’ing and the ‘ahh’ing as he swallowed the food was just an added bonus. His traditional meals always went down a treat with anyone, but especially with his husband who hadn’t gotten bored of the simple but greatly executed dishes.
This time however, Louis had experimented a little. With the vegetables mashed up into a pâté type ‘thing’ and the chicken shredded up and scattered on top, the only normal thing was the half filled glass of red wine standing by the odd dish.
“I know it looks weird but give it a chance yeh?” Louis said, sitting down on the chair and picking up his knife and fork. Cautiously, he picked his way through the meal to collect a reasonable forkful and spooned it into his mouth, along with Harry whose face was also with caution.
After Harry had swallowed and considered the right way to phrase himself as not to offend, he piped up, “Well that was…different”
Louis cackled with laughter, and Harry cracked a guilty smile. “It tastes like shit, Haz”
“It isn’t that bad! It’s just the…the texture. I mean it’s like all mushy and gooey!” Harry defended, but then spoke out in confusion of the strange feel the food had in his mouth.
“It felt like baby food, it’s rank! I’ve experienced enough baby food from my sister’s and I really don’t want to again!” Louis joked.
Harry visibly froze at Louis’ words and his eyes lost their sheen. His stare broke from Louis to the mess on his plate, absentmindedly pushing the food around in thought. His orbs zoned out with his mind as his thoughts wandered into the forbidden land. His fork clattered on his plate as he muttered an excuse to leave, something about ‘not being hungry any more’ and stalking off out the room.
