Just One Little Favour

Twenty Three

Louis watches with gentle eyes whilst Harry slaves away in the kitchen. Pots and pans clang together, the sound of the knife hitting the copping board echoes around them. Harry is wiggling his bum to the sounds of the radio, a new Ed Sheeran song that hasn't stopped playing every five minutes— but it's a good song, so Louis isn't complaining. 

"There is so much space in this kitchen, I love it," Harry converses whilst beating some eggs. "My cottage only has such room."

Louis shrugs and swivels around on the bar stool. "I rarely use this kitchen, H, so you can claim it yours as much as you would like."

Harry blushes and bites his lip. "Are you suggesting I come over more often than not?"

Louis grins, teeth glinting in the sunlight shining harshly through the window, despite the earlier hours of the morning (early hours meaning ten. For Louis, that is fucking early). "That is exactly what I'm insinuating, darling." He plucks up his cup of orange juice and takes a sip.

Harry gives a short giggle. "Alright, I'm sure we can make that work."

It's been two weeks since they had their little date and decided to open up to each other more. And within that span, more and more has happened between them and their relationship, whatever that might be. They've spent a few nights sleeping in the same bed, both enjoying the new feeling of a warm body pressed against them, feeling the rise and fall of each other's breath and feeling it tickle the hair on the back of the neck. 

A thumping occurs upstairs and it continues down the stairs. Louis is quick to swivel around in his stool just as Joseph flings himself at him and buries his head into his neck. Louis strokes Joey's back soothingly, kissing his cheek.

"What's up Skimbleshanks?" Louis asks, bopping the top of Joseph's nose. 

Joey huffs loudly, thumping his head into Louis' shoulder. "I want Mamma, and I'm hungry!" he complains, crossing his arms over his chest.

Louis pouts down at him. "Oh, bud, you know Mamma has gone away to France for a few nights. She'll be back on Tuesday, and you can have all the fun with Mamma you need." 

Joe nods. "Still doesn't stop me being hungry though," he whines.

Harry snorts. "I swear he gets that attitude from you."

Louis scoffs. "Please, if you've met his mother, you'd understand that it's from her!"

Harry shakes his head in amusement and turns to look at Joe. "Would pancakes help your hunger? I'm thinking Nutella and strawberries?"

Joseph's eyes light up, but his smile soon turns to a frown. "Please can I have bananas?"

Harry smiles softly at the lad. "Course you can, and well done for using your please."

Joseph tilts his head and sways side to side in Louis' lap. "Thank you," he monotones with a small pink blush coating his cheeks. 

"Alright, little lad, getting all shy over Hazza. Only I should act around him like that." Louis knocks his knuckle gently into Joseph's cheek, winks at Harry who is grinning with both dimples caving either side of his face. "Nutella sounds insane, though, H, would love mine with those strawberries you talk about."

Harry nods in agreement, pouring the batter in the pan and the sizzling drowns out majority of the sound coming from the radio to the point where Harry turns the radio up higher. He strides over to Joe and grabs his small hands, pulling him off Louis' lap and begins dancing around the kitchen with him, letting him spin under his arm and slide between his legs, before pulling him back up into the air and catching him in a twirl.