keep driving

28. i will always love you.

Song: home by One Direction

"Louis!" Harry yells as he tries to open the door, but it gets stuck on something and his hands are preoccupied holding a few grocery bags.

He just returned from his shopping trip, buying way more ingredients than he actually needs, but he wants to be prepared for everything. Tonight, his mum, Robin and Gemma will come over for dinner, but not only them, Louis' mum, Louis' stepdad, Louis' four sisters and Lottie's boyfriend will be there as well. And Zayn and Niall and Zayn's new flatmate Liam.

Louis moved in with Harry a few weeks ago, it took some time because since they gave all the money they got from Rdj to a LGBTQ support centre, they don't have that much saved money to finance moving all of Louis' stuff so he spent the last weeks doing a few trips per day with his skateboard, the dramatic little shit he is, always carrying one box at a time (Harry forbid him to carry more since it's dangerous in London on a skateboard when something is blocking his view).

Two days ago, they finally managed everything, and now Harry's flat is entirely HarryandLouis' flat. It's nice. They have paintings Zayn gave them on the walls, there's a football laying next to Harry's bookshelf and Louis' cologne mixed up with Harry's perfume collection.

It's nice, just not when there's a skateboard or whatever it is blocking the door.

Harry pushes his body against it, but it doesn't move. He doesn't have time for this, he needs to start cooking. And he's starting to get quite hot underneath his thirty thousand layers. It's snowing outside. "Louis Tomlinson, you piece of shit!" He yells again, hoping Louis hears him over whatever he's doing. Probably playing Fifa. "Get your ass over here now!"

Finally, he hears Louis' footsteps padding over to the door (he's always barefoot), the noise accompanied by a chuckle. "And they say romance is dead" Louis says as he bends down to pick the stuff up that's in front of the door, as far as Harry can tell it's a skateboard, a hoodie and his vans.

Then he opens the door for Harry and purses his lips, expecting a kiss. Harry only scoffs and walks past him to set the groceries down in the kitchen, Louis following after him after he closes the door.

"Oh, you're in a grumble mood?" He asks and gets on his tiptoes to open a cupboard, pulling his favourite mug out.

"I'm not grumbling" Harry grumbles.

Louis only smiles, flicks on the kettle and squeezes in between the counter and Harry's body, trapping himself.

"Kiss me"

"No"

"Kiss me"

"Okay"

Harry rolls his eyes for good measure before he places one finger underneath Louis' chin and tilts his head up to connect their lips. Louis smiles into the kiss and runs his fingers through Harry's hair contently.

"I need to cook" Harry mumbles against his lips as soon as Louis slides his tongue into his mouth to deepen the kiss. Louis only hums, completely ignoring what Harry just said.

Louis breaks the kiss, instead devoting his attention to Harry's neck, placing hot kisses on his skin. His hands grip Harry's sides in the places they always grip when he fucks him. 

"I really need to start cooking" Harry whispers, bending down to grab the backs of Louis' thighs and lift him up to sit on the countertop, fitting himself between his legs.

"Doesn't really look like cooking to me." Louis breathes out, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the cupboard when it's Harry's turn to kiss down his neck now.