Sugar and Spice

Chapter 5

TW: foul language

LOUIS' POV
Niall and Amanda were passed out on the couch and Harry was in my guest room as I got into bed that night. I thought about Harry as I slid under my covers. After Simon had forced Harry into signing the contract, all I could think about was why I would still hate him.

​Harry was a really sweet guy, nice and charming. I always looked past that before because I was jealous of his freedom. The freedom I didn't have. I know this sounds messed up, but now that Harry was forced into closet too, I have started to like him. As weird as it sounds.

​Just before I closed my eyes that night, I thought about how Harry and I could be really good friends. Best mates even.

HARRY'S POV
I rolled over in my bed and groaned when the first beam of sunlight hit my face. I curse myself for not closing the blinds before falling asleep that night, I must have been too happy about Louis not hating me or something.

​Wait.

​Louis doesn't hate me anymore!

​A grin spread widely across my face, and a pool of excitement and anticipation filled my stomach. I quite literally sprung out of the bed and rushed down the steps. I was met with silence, and Amanda and Niall cuddled up on the couch.

​I swooned over the two before an idea popped into my head, I should make breakfast. I walked over to the breathtaking kitchen that looked brand new. Which, it basically was since Louis barely used it. He was worse at cooking than I am at lying.

I looked down at my feet to see I was wearing sweatpants. I didn't come here in sweatpants. The cuffs of the pants exposed more of my leg than normal and fit roomier around my ass than usual. I was also wearing a white crewneck from Umbro. I never wear Umbro. Ever.

I smiled as my mind trailed to Louis, he loved Umbro, wore it all the time. That smile quickly turned into a shocked expression and I stopped moving all together as my mind wrapped around the thought that these could be Louis' clothes.

These were Louis' clothes.

I couldn't stop myself from pulling the neck of the jumper to my nose.

Yep, it was Louis'.

I let out a weird sound of excitement before slapping my hands over my mouth, even though there wasn't anyone around to hear it. I shimmied around in the clothes and grinned from ear to ear before going to rummage through all of the cabinets for a pan.

LOUIS' POV
I woke up to the smell of pancakes traveling through my flat. As I sat up on my bed, I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

​I wasn't.

​Pancakes? In my kitchen?

Someone is cooking, in my kitchen?

I was more than confused as I threw on a pair of sweatpants and forced my head through a white shirt that exposed my chest tattoos slightly. I almost opened my door, but then went to my bathroom to check my reflection.

My hair was sticking up in every direction and my eyes looked like they were still sleeping. I sighed and got a whiff of my own breath doing so. I cringed and made the executive decision to brush my teeth, I had company after all.

After fixing my fringe for about 10 minutes, I left the bathroom somewhat satisfied. I was, again, about to leave my room when I saw the state my bed was in. I pivoted and cleaned it swiftly, picking up random clothes and shoving them in their respective drawers along the way.

I did a quick 360 around my room, and proudly advanced out of my bedroom door into the hallway. The closer I got to the kitchen, the stronger the scent got. Now, bacon and eggs filled my airways as well. I heard the clanking of pans, water running and something else that I couldn't quite place my finger on.