Unexpected Love - AU Student/Teacher (Larry Stylinson & Niam Horayne) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 9 - Bathtubs & Cooking Experiences

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Chapter 9 - Bathtubs & Cooking Experiences

Harry's POV

After a fifteen minutes long drive we reached a small apartment complex and Louis parked the car in one of the driveways. We got out and hurried to the door, because it was about to start raining. He quickly unlocked the door, gut in and took the bag off my hands with a smile. I hesitantly gave it to him because I really didn't want him to carry my bag. He slung it over his shoulder with no effort and I wondered if he had that much muscles. Whilst my thoughts were wandering to rather inappropriate images of Louis' muscles we reached his front door. Again he pulled his keys out and opened the door. Just when we entered the flat a bright lightning loomed on the walls and Louis flinched like he saw a ghost. A small smile crept up my face when I thought about Louis being afraid of a simple thunderstorm.

“Y-you wanna drink something? I could make you tea or a hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows or coffee or...”, he puttered out and I chuckled.

“Just a Yorkshire tea is okay with me, Lou.”

“Okay I'm gonna... wait. Did you just call me Lou?”

“M-maybe.”, I answered and turned a bright shade of red.

“Hm, I like it.”, he just shrugged and winked at me I was glad he couldn't see my massive blush since there were still no lights on.

I stood there awkwardly for a few moments and Louis must have noticed, because in that moment he shouted: “Just make yourself comfortable or unpack your bag! It's in the guest room, second door on the left!”

“Thank you!” With that I made my way to the room, opened the door and revealed a cute little room, nothing too fancy, just a small bed, bedside table, drawer, a small window and a second door which I presumed led to the bathroom. I knew I was right when I opened also this door. And, wow, he had a bathtub. I almost got a hard-on when I thought about the things I could do to him in that thing. 'No, bad Harry! He's your teacher, keep that in mind.'.

I shook my head, as if I was trying to shake those thoughts off, and made my way back in the guest room. After unpacking my bag and putting my clothes in the empty drawer I decided to put on some more comfortable clothes. I just pulled my jumper over my head and my trousers off when I heard a knock on the door and a surprised “Oh.” from Louis seconds after. I turned around and saw him looking everywhere but me.

“Uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I think I better leave you alone now. I just wanted to ask you which movie you want to watch and what you want to eat, but I think this can wait.” He was about to turn around and leave but weird enough I didn't want him to, so I tried to think about a good excuse. And the stupid me I just am couldn't think of something better that: “You have a nice bathtub.”

Louis' POV

When I opened the door I expected to find Harry unpacking his bag or god knows what, but not him standing there just in his boxers. I felt Louis Junior getting excited, so I tried to look everywhere but him, which was even harder when he turned around and presented his stunning abs like on some stupid exhibition.

“Uh, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I think I better leave you alone now. I just wanted to ask you which movie you want to watch and what you want to eat, but I think this can wait.”, I stumbled and cursed myself for not acting maturely. I proceeded to leave him alone, but then he stopped me.

“You have a nice bathtub.” I turned around again and saw him blushing furiously. I had to smile at that, he was so cute.

“Haha, thanks, I think.”, I said with a chuckle.

My smile died seconds after though, because he started walking towards me, still in just his boxers, and I felt a problem occur in my own ones.

“So what do you want for dinner?”, I asked, trying to relax the mood a bit.

“I think everything's okay with me, as long as it's no spinach.”, Harry said with a small smile.

“Okay then, I'll try to cook something. I haven't cooked in ages. Are simple spaghetti with meat sauce okay?”

“Of course! I love spaghetti!”, he squealed like a kid and I laughed in the process.

“So, I'm trying to make spaghetti and you put some clothes on, else the neighbours will get a heart attack when they look out the window and sea a half naked guy running around in my flat.”, I answered with a wink. It's funny how our conversations change from completely awkward to almost intimate, like we knew each other for ages, in just a few seconds. It's just that I have this connection to Harry, which makes me feel comfortable and somehow safe every time I'm close him.

Harry's POV

“So, I'm trying to make spaghetti and you put some clothes on, else the neighbours will get a heart attack when they look out the window and sea a half naked guy running around in my flat.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. But I'd rather stay this way, it's much more comfortable.”, I said in a joking tone and Louis turned around, chuckled, shook his head and made his way to the kitchen.

I put on my grey sweats and a tight plain white V-neck shirt which emphasizes my abs and pecs. I ruffled my hair and took a glance in the mirror. I looked pretty hot, if you ask me, so I decided to help Lou in the kitchen. But when I opened the door to the living room I was greeted by a burnt smell that came straight from the kitchen. I ran towards it, opened the door and grey smoke approached me immediately.

“Lou!”, I half laughed, half coughed.

“I'm sorry, Harry! I swear it was just one second I didn't look!”, he tried to defend himself, but all I did is laugh. I laughed so hard, I needed to hold my stomach because it started hurting. I laughed even harder when I saw Louis making a poor attempt of fanning the smoke out the window.

“Haha, please, please don't tell me you, you burned Bolognese!”, I said between laughter.

“Don't laugh at me! I'm the worst cook ever! I even burn toast! And I tried to make my first real meal only for you!”, he pouted and it was so cute I could have died there and then.

“Aww, Lou. You're too sweet, I feel so honoured. But don't you think it would be better if I helped you with the noodles?”

“I guess so. Okay then, let's make a new Bolognese.” With that he put the ingredients out again and I watched him putting random things in the pan.

“Lou! You're doing it all wrong! No wonder you almost burned the whole kitchen!”, I laughed. “You have to turn the meat around like... no! Not like this!”, I tried to give him the instructions but failed miserably because he just made it worse. We both laughed at his stupidity, and I realized that in this short time with Louis I laughed more than the whole last week and had to smile again at this thought. “Here, let me help you.” I stood up and went behind his back to wrap my arms around his torso and lead his hands with mine. After just a second he leaned in my touch. I laid my head on his shoulder and saw that he had closed his eyes.

“You have to look at the food, you know.”, I whispered in his ear and smirked. I saw him blush again.

“I am.”, he responded quietly and I decided to leave it this way with a sarcastic “You sure were.”

I guided his hands from behind him the whole time we were cooking and surprisingly it didn't feel weird or anything, it just felt... right.

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