It was early in the morning when Harry woke up in his bed to a rather not so familiar sound. The sound of dishes clattering.
It was a special morning that day. February 1st, it was Harry's birthday. Harry's 29th birthday to be exact.
He rubbed his still sleepy eyes, opening them more and more as he felt the sun shining through the curtains of the bedroom. „What's that?" He asked, but didn't get a response from beside him as he expected. "Lou?" He looked to his right, but couldn't find the small silhouette of his boyfriend under the sheets who usually laid right next to him. Harry frowned, looking at the time on his phone.
Was he already up? How was it possible for Louis to be up that early? That couldn't be true.
Just to make sure, he lifted up the sheets next to him only to find an empty mattress and that was when he decided to get up and look for himself what was going on and where his boyfriend was, because Harry knew for a fact Louis wouldn't get up this early without Harry waking him.
As soon as Harry slipped on some sweatpants and a shirt, he made his way down the stairs this time to a very familiar sounds or more specifically words.
"Fooking hell." He smiled at that, finally finding his better half, standing in the kitchen, trying to what looked like cooking something. Harry walked up behind him, looking over Louis' shoulder and not saying anything at first to just watch this rather unusual situation. "Shit! ‚Ow the hell do I do this shit?" Louis whispered to himself, making Harry smile even more as he watched him stirring around in a pan in front of him.
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"What exactly are you doing?" Harry eventually asked with a little laugh.
"Holy fook! Harry I swear to god!" Louis jumped, suddenly hearing Harry's voice behind his back before he turned around and sighed, his facial expressions softening as he started to smile like a ball of sunshine. "Happy birthday baby." He put down the spatula to properly pull Harry into his arms and press his lips on Harry's. "Love you so much." He said when he let go of him.
"Thank you, Lou." Harry smiled brightly. "Will you explain to me now what you're doing?" He chuckled.
"I'm making breakfast for you, what does it look like? Scrambled eggs, you love them." Louis explained with his cheeky smile.
"You, cooking? As in you, Louis Tomlinson is making breakfast?" Harry asked again, resting his hand on his hip.
"You don't have to be so surprised you know? Besides, you just ruined my surprise." Louis stated, turning back to the eggs in the pan. "It should have been breakfast in bed for you, but since you're the first person to be awake on this planet every morning, it didn't work."
Harry just listened to his boyfriend rambling, ignoring what he just said and watching over his shoulder with a proud smile on his face. "For the fact that you're cooking, it looks really good, babe."
