Men are shit

Impulsiveness and its consequences

"Louis, you really have to get up now," Harry calls loudly after Louis has already uttered his five previous alarms in annoyance and has also ignored Harry's calls three times before.

His drive to get out of bed today is virtually non-existent and he is literally glued to his mattress.

"I don't want to," Louis calls back, whining, but then Harry is already standing in the doorway and looking at him sternly, his hands on his hips and it's almost as if Louis is ten years old again and his mother is forcing him out of bed in the morning.

I definitely have to get in touch with her. Should I call her quickly? I have to tell her that I have a froggy as a very likely boyfriend at some point.

"Louis Tomlinson, if you don't get up right now, my Game Boy will never wander in your hands again. Up now!"

"But your stupid ex is waiting for me at work... I have a feeling this day is going to be a disaster," Louis whines.

Harry sighs and comes towards him, lifting his blankets from his body.

"I hate you," Louis says huffily.

"No, you do not. Get dressed and I'll show you how fast I can get you to work in my car," Harry smiles.

"And what about the Game Boy?" Louis asks suspiciously.

"You'll get it tonight if you can make it to me in five minutes, dressed and washed," Harry says, taking a look at his phone.

"Hah! I can do it easily!"

Louis jumps out of bed, accidentally bumps into Harry and is about to go to his closet when Harry grabs his wrist.

"Nothing there, stay here. First a kiss," Harry demands. Sighing, Louis quickly kisses him on the mouth but then breaks away, after all he has something to prove.

He randomly grabs one of his suits with a matching tie already hanging on the hanger and fresh underwear, puts everything on in no time and then runs to the bathroom. The only thing he really wastes time on is brushing his teeth, otherwise only one motto counts here: quantity instead of quality. Although Louis has to say he doesn't look any worse than usual as he takes a quick look in the mirror before returning to Harry in the bedroom.

"And?" Louis asks breathlessly and excitedly.

"You managed. You've got the Game Boy for sure tonight and now get in the car. You can eat and drink while I drive," Harry replies, already pushing him out of the bedroom and down the hallway with both hands on his shoulders.

While Louis is putting on his shoes, Harry disappears into the kitchen again and has a sandwich and a to-go cup for him.

"Shoo, shoo, we have to hurry. You really dawdled a lot," Harry exclaims, giving him a light slap on the bottom with his free hand.

"Excuse me?" Louis shouts, raising his eyebrows.

Harry just winks and then pulls him behind him by his tie, making Louis giggle.

Louis has difficulty not choking on his food as fast as Harry drives through London and therefore has to brake abruptly every time and he is grateful for the lid of his cup otherwise he would have had the hot coffee on him more than once.

"I would like to get there alive if that is possible," Louis says while Harry curses and hits the horn because the traffic is currently at a standstill.

"Do you think you could honk a song?" Louis then asks while Harry snorts and seems to be more focused on getting Louis to work on time as in answering his question.