365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 8|

🔱{A.N: Sorry for the shit chapter in the last post, I hope this one is better and a little bit longer.}🔱

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

February 1, 9:36 a.m.

I walk downstairs where the aroma of bacon and eggs fill my nostrils, making my stomach growl in the process. My hair is still dripping on my shoulder from my shower as I walk into the kitchen, seeing Louis' mum by the stove.

"Good morning!" I greet to her, sitting down at the table. I watch as a wide smile spreads onto her cheeks.

"Good morning, love. You took a while there in the shower, you okay?" Her voice is soft, yet kind. I nod to her.

"Yeah, I guess I just really needed some time to myself." You lose track of time when you overanalyze your life in the shower.

"Well, you skipped out on dinner last night, are you hungry?" She asks, piling pieces of bacon onto a plate. I hear another grumble from my abdomen and nod again.

"Starving."

She chuckles and grabs another plate and adds bacon, eggs, and waffles onto it. I watch as she moves in her pink, fuzzy slippers, and her lavender pyjamas. She's always been built for comfort. She smiles and slides the plate to me along with the curvy bottle of syrup. Which reminds me..

"Where's Louis?" I ask, drowning my waffles in the sugary liquid.

"He ran out this morning while you were in the shower. Said he needed to pick up some things. He should be back soon." She gives me another smile and I return it, cutting my waffles and bacon into small pieces.

"So, what are your plans for today?" She says casually as she stacks her plate with only waffles. I take a bite and chew slowly.

"I don't know. I didn't really have a plan. I'll just decide when Louis gets back, I'm sure he knows what he wants to do." I tell her.

"If that's the case, you're better off staying here. Louis' pretty restless." She teases.

"Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." I tell her and we both chuckle, eating together. She takes a seat across from me and we hear the front door open.

"Speak of the devil.." Jay whispers with a giggle.

"Hi, love." She says to Louis as he walks in. I smile as I look up at him. His hair is swept down across his face and he's in just a plain white shirt and sweatpants with sandals. He smiles and returns his mother's car keys.

"Hey guys, that smells really good." He says, I take notice of the gift bag he sits on the table and my smile widens.

"There's more, would you like some?" Jay offers kindly, sipping from her cup of tea.

"No, thanks. I'm fine." He says and finally glances to me. He smiles wide and wraps his arms around my neck.

"Happy birthday!" He says, squeezing me as I hug him back. I chuckle, mumbling a thank you and I hear Jay gasp.

"It's your birthday?" She asks as Louis pulls away. I nod to her.

"Why didn't you say anything?" She asks.

"Because he doesn't gloat, Mum." Louis jumps in before I could say anything. I look back at the bag wondering what's inside.

"You could have told me, Louis. I would have made him a cake. Oh god, I didn't get him a present..." She starts to panic.

"I have work today! I can't do all of this," She says, standing up. I can't help but chuckle at her.

"See, Mum. There's a reason I didn't tell you. You get all crazy on birthdays. I'm sure Harry doesn't want you smothering him." Louis retorts. I can't take it, the anticipation is killing me, I reach for the bag and tilt it towards me. As I grab the string attached, Louis slaps my hand away.