Just One Little Favour

Twenty One

It's been a few weeks since their golfing game, and Louis cannot help but replay it in his mind any opportunity he can get. Especially the part where Harry gave him his jacket when he was trying to fight off the cold.

Whenever he replays that little moment, it gets his heart all warm and fuzzy and his tummy to roll and spring with tiny butterflies. He's getting used to the feeling to be completely honest, especially with the amount of times he's spent with Harry this past month, the feeling never seems to wipe off as it used to.

It's a day off school for Joseph today, and Louis is sitting lazily in bed, curled up in the sheets whilst Joe sits on the end of Louis' bed, teddy tucked under his arm whilst he looks up at the TV.

Louis will be lucky if he can do nothing for the whole day. But with a kid that has an attention span like a goldfish, he will most likely have to occupy the child by playing a nerf war downstairs.

To be honest, that doesn't sound too bad for the lad, but just the thought of getting up out of his comfy bed where all his troubles have paused, keeps him routed in.

It's not until he desperately needs a piss, does he start contemplating actually getting up. His feet become restless and he squirms a little to try and force himself to stay in bed a little longer.

His phone has other ideas though when it begins vibrating along the side on the bedside table. With furrowed brows, Louis looks down at the caller ID and his heart does that weird twist and the butterflies decide to come out and attack him.

He presses the green button and brings it up to his ear, going up to sitting, rubbing at his crusty eyes.

"Curly," he says in a way of greeting.

"Lou? I'm so sorry to just call like this but my fucking family have just shown up and they're asking where you and Joseph are," Harry replies, his voice frantic but very quiet as if he's trying hard not to get anyone to overhear.

Louis' body begins leaving the comfort of the bed before he can even register himself doing so. "Alright. Want us to come over?" he asks whilst chucking random clothes out of his drawer to find a good outfit.

He turns to Joe and clicks his fingers to catch his attention. When Joe stares at him, Louis gestures to his own body, lifting up a top to indicate that he's asking for the kid to go get changed. Joseph huffs out a sigh but scrambles off the bed and runs out the room.

"Would you? Thanks, Lou, really. I told them you guys went shopping to grab a few bits for dinner," Harry replies, voice airy and the way he sighs it out, shows he's very much relieved.

Louis smiles a little to himself. "And whatever is it that we are cooking tonight, my dear?"

"I told them we'd be having chicken stroganoff."

Louis' nose screws up in disgust whilst walking into the bathroom. His bladder is screaming at this point.

"Please tell me that isn't the one with the mushrooms," he replies.

"What? It's tasty!"

"It's like a slug threw up on the chicken, Haz."

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

Louis rolls his eyes and slams the toilet lid up. "I have tried it and it wasn't great. Also sorry if you hear me piss but I'm about to combust from my bladder outwards if I don't go for a pee now."

He cannot help the moan leave his lips when the blissful feeling of his bladder emptying washes over him. His eyes flutter closed and he can hear Harry giggling on the other side.