Stranger on Omegle (Larry)

Chapter 7.

(Louis)

I heard a bang in the kitchen which woke me up and for a moment, I thought I was being robbed but I remembered Harry was here. I stretched out and stood up, realising I still had my clothes on from last night. I pulled my top over my head, leaving it on the couch and walked into the kitchen to see Harry stood over the stove with nothing but boxer briefs on. And might I say, he has one of the most beautiful bodies ever.

"Like what you see?" He smirked. And I blushed looking round the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind, I wanted to make breakfast, seeing as you bought the drinks last night. Although it's your food, I'm really sorry, I-"

"Harry, its fine. Thank you." I smiled and he smile back before turning back around to the sizzling pan on the oven. Did I mention he has a really nice bum?
I picked up my phone to text my mum and tell her about the game and once I finished, the breakfast was ready. I sat at the table waiting before Louis asked where the plates were. He did a really good job with the things seeing as this isn't his kitchen and he wouldn't have known where a single thing was. Before I knew it, a plate containing egg, bacon, sausage, beans and a slice of toast. It looked amazing, I waited for Harry to take a seat at the table before tucking in. It tasted like heaven, I'm not even joking.

I groaned and Harry chuckled,
"Is that a sign that it's good or bad?" He asked and my eyes widened.

"This." I said, before swallowing, "is perfect!" I said and he laughed. We are the rest in silence but it wasn't awkward, it was a comfortable silence. Once I finished, I looked up to see Harry eating the last bit of bacon, once he finished he stood up to collect the plates but I stopped him.

"This is my job." I said and he shook his head.

"It's fine, really!"

"Harry, you made the breakfast, I'll wash the pots." He nodded before passing me his plate, I walked over to the sink to start washing up. At one point I dropped a fork, as I bent down to pick it up, I banged my head on the kitchen counter and groaned in pain.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" Harry asked, panic evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I am. I only banged my head, I'll be fine." I smiled and picked up the fork. Once I finished washing up, I turned to see Harry had put all the food away and cleaned the table and he was stood leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed against his chest. This gave me an idea.

I dipped my hands once again in the sink 'checking if I hadn't missed anything' but I was collecting bubbles.

"Harry, please could you pass me that towel?" I asked and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"But there's one right next to you?"

"Yeah, this one is already soaking."

He nodded and picked up the towel walking towards me, once he was close enough I turned around and threw the bubbles at him and he smirked.

"Really, Tomlinson?"

"Yeah, really, Styles." I smirked and he picked me up leading me into the living room. He threw me, gently, onto the couch and sat on my stomach. I couldn't help laughing and he suddenly started to tickle me. I tried pushing him off of me but it didn't work. I decided to try and roll off the couch and it worked, Harry fell down with me, landing in a straddling position on my waist.

I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine. I smiled slightly and so did he before realising what we were doing and standing up and helping me up.

"I'm sorry. About... That." He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's fine. It was pretty fun." I smiled and motioned for him to follow me. We walked up the stairs and into my room.

"So I'm going to shower. You can wait in here or in the game room?" I asked and his eyes sparkled.

"You have a game room!"

"Yeah, come on." I led him to the game room and he grinned.

"Yeah, I'll stay here." I laughed and walked out leaving him to have his fun and took a shower. I heard several yells and I guessed he was playing FIFA. Once I was done I walked out with a towel around my waist and stood in the doorway watching him. He noticed me and his eyes looked over my body before he looked back at the game. We both cheered as he scored and high fived and I realise I was still in a towel and removed myself to get changed. I changed into some shorts and a vest shirt and walked back to Harry.

"Are you in a rush back home at all?" I asked and he looked at me shocked.

"I need to tell Niall where I have been."

"Well if you know his number, you can use my phone to ring him."

"Oh no it's fine, I have my own phone. Thank you anyway." He smiled and I nodded, taking a seat while he walked out of the room to talk the call. Once he arrived he nodded and sat back down beside me.

"So what shall we do?" He asked and I smirked.

"FIFA?" He nodded and that's how the rest of the day consisted. FIFA, food and fun, with the boy I'm beginning to really fall for.

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