Baby I'm Perfect For You

Chapter 14

A//N: YOU GUYS IM BACK YALL THOUGHT KSDKSJDJHSH

 As it's Louis's birthday, i'm gonna be doing a mini mass update! so im gonna update a couple of days in a row :)

 They are sort of long chapters so theres that

that's it, ig. Enjoy! :D

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They walk to Harry's apartment, with a drunken giggling Harry on Louis's shoulder. It seemed that the drinks had hit him a drunken force.

Louis dragged Harry's feet along the carpeted floor of the lobby and hauled him into the elevator, thankful for no one being there to witness the scene.

"Lou?" Harry asked, his eyes glazed and groggily blinking.

"Yes Haz?"

Harry shifts to cuddle further into Louis's neck. He mumbles something into his jacket.

"I can't hear you like that, love."

"I like it when you call me love."

Louis smiles fondly, securing an arm around his waist so that he doesn't stumble.

"Is that what you were telling me?"

"Nooooo."

"What were you saying then, hm love?" He brushes off the few curly strands off his forehead, and tuck them behind his ear.

"I said..."

"Mhm?"

"I said that I want..."

"Yes?"

"Spaghetti and meatballs."

Louis wheezes out a laugh, shaking his head and looks at Harry's face incredulously.

"You want spaghetti and meatballs?"

Harry nods his head sleepily. "Precisely."

The elevator door dings open, and they stumble out, or more correctly Harry stumbles out while Louis steadies him.

"Harry it's three in the morning," Louis giggles. "Why in the world do you want spaghetti and meatballs right now?"

Harry furrows his eyebrows, looking at Louis with a frown on his face.

"Is three in the morning not a good time to eat spaghetti and meatballs?"

"Well people don't usually eat it that early. They prefer to wait till it's at least one in the afternoon."

"Is one in the afternoon far away?" Harry asks confusedly.

"Not if you sleep right now, time will pass much faster then."

"Okay." Harry replies, a slow smile spreading on his face. "I think I would like to sleep, please."

He just said 'please'. Oh god, he's an idiot. Louis's in love with an idiot. He feels himself smile at the thought.

"Okay, love let's get you to sleep then." He reaches for the door handle, before he is stopped by Harry.

"Wait. I am hungry though." He pouts, circling his hand on his stomach.

Louis laughs. "I'll try to make you a quick fry-up, alright?"

"Alright."

He turns the door handle, but the door doesn't budge open. It seemed to be locked. Huh. Louis tries again, fumbling with the knob trying to get it open.