LOVERS ROCK, olivia rodrigo x louis partridge oneshots

oatmeal cookies and vanilla kisses

in which louis helps olivia bake some cookies for her tour team

fluff
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olivia's standing in front of the counter, reading the instructions on the side of the cookie mix packet with furrowed eyebrows. louis is standing next to her, reading over her shoulder and glancing between the instructions and the baking supplies that they've already put out on the kitchen counter.

it's later in the day, the sky already dark outside as it's getting late into the night. the kitchen light is turned on, casting a pleasant glow into the room, and it's the only thing that's turned on as it's the only thing they really need in that moment. there's a few pans and bowls of different sizes on the countertop and a couple of bags of ingredients here and there.

louis is sitting on the counter, watching as olivia grabs stuff and looks through bags of ingredients and bowls, as the oven is preheating. the light is casting shadows on her face, and it's giving the whole room a homey feel, especially with the fact that the only thing audible is a quiet hum of a song that louis is singing under his breath.

"what kind of cookies are we making?" he asks her then, getting off the counter. "chocolate chip?"

she hums in response. "honestly, me, personally, i don't really like chocolate chip cookies—"

louis interrupts her with a dramatic gasp. "you don't like chocolate chip cookies?"

"i don't know what it is! i like chocolate and i like cookies, but combined—it's not for me."

"i don't get that," louis shakes his head, his tone dramatic on purpose just so she'll laugh, and it's working. "chocolate chip is like the classic. the original. the first. the only right cookie."

"no way," olivia replies as she starts to gather the various ingredients on the countertop. "chocolate chip is good, but oatmeal is the superior choice."

louis snorts as he's watching her, arms folded across his chest. "really? oatmeal?"

she nods as she's putting some oats into a bowl. "yeah, and i'm aware they're the grandma-type cookies, but they're so fucking good."

"grandma-type?" he laughs, grabbing the eggs and sugar from the cupboard.

"yeah, you know how chocolate chip are the fun ones and oatmeal is the grandma ones. the safe option."

"you know that makes you sound incredibly old, right?"

"maybe it is an old person cookie." olivia shrugs, a small smile on her face. "but i like them. sue me."

he laughs again as he starts to mix some stuff in a bowl, his focus on the task at hand. he can't lie, it's starting to smell good. "when was the last time you baked, liv?"

she hums for a moment for answering his question, her focus on the task at hand as well. it takes her a moment before she's speaking. "when i was sixteen, probably. like, in high school for the christmas party or something. or maybe when i was a kid using an easy bake oven."

louis pretends to look appalled, though he stays silent as he helps her. it's going to be quite a large batch of cookies, considering how many tour team members olivia has.

the girl laughs as she's watching him. "what? is that so crazy? i'm pretty sure my mom has the pictures, if you want to see me at sixteen with flour on my face and wearing a christmas sweater."

the look on her face softens a bit at his comment, the hint of a smile appearing on her lips as she turns away from him to grab another ingredient he handed her. "why are you so hell-bent on calling me cute all the time in that damn accent of yours?"