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CREDITS TO YOURSSINCERELYLARRY FOR THE FAN ART! I swear the boys just do random private photoshoots like this one haha

Louis Tomlinson

"You're filming this, aren't you?" Harry asked while he was beating the eggs. He insisted on making me a birthday breakfast and he asked me to just sit down as far away from him as possible, which means I had to be ten steps away from him. That's the farthest I can get.

"Yes, I'm filming this. Now pretend you're in a cooking show." I pointed at the camera.

"Come on, I'm embarrassed. And distracted by your presence." He replied as he got closer to the camera. Just as I thought he was going to turn it off, he just stood in front of it and made funny faces.

"Hi everyone, whoever you guys are, I'm here in my kitchen and I'm cooking something special for my husband who's celebrating his birthday today," he waved at the camera before going back to cooking. I stepped further away, far enough so I couldn't hear him.

I would sneak glances from time to time because I thought he wouldn't last a minute talking to a camera, but he did. He was showing the ingredients one by one, reading the nutritional facts at the back of the packages, and preparing every element carefully. I love how he looks so focused when he's cooking. He also has a habit of biting his lower lip when he's carefully doing something, and he does it a lot especially when he's measuring dry ingredients.

"No peeking," he said with a smile as he catches me.

After an hour and a half, he called me back to the kitchen.

"This better be good." I said as I kissed him, biting his lower lip. He doesn't know how badly I wanted to do it while he was cooking, but I didn't want to distract him.

"Of course it is." He said proudly as he pulled the chair for me. "My King,"

I sat down as he served me the most interesting dish ever.

"Is this..?"

"Chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham? Yes it is." He answered, remembering the first dish I cooked for him.

"This is not how it's supposed to look like," I said. It's not like it looked gross or anything like that, it was just...different.

"Well, there's a twist." He answered. I examined it and it was well plated, but there were vegetables at the side. Broccolis, to be specific. Not mash.

I stared at him, waiting for an explanation.

"You have to eat healthy." He said with a serious expression.

I sliced it and braced myself for the taste and surprisingly, it was good. No, it wasn't just good, it was amazing.

"Well...?" He waited for an opinion.

"It's okay." I lied, keeping a straight face.

"I knew I should have cooked another dish," he frowned, clearly frustrated.

"Baby, look at me." I tilted his head so he's facing me. I looked into his green eyes and told him the truth, no matter how hard it was for me. "It's better than my dish."

"You're only saying that cause you don't want to hurt me," he said.

"No I'm not, it's true! Taste it." I said as I sliced it again and fed him.

"I nailed it! Oh God I'm awesome!" He jumped as I finished my food. I wasn't speaking the entire time, I just wanted to eat whatever it was that he prepared for me. I felt special.