Rollerskate Love

18

Suggested by supu1224 larrysgocrazy
Nelli0212 LittleHarryfreak

Louis woke up in his bed with the worst hangover ever. Fuck! Did he embarrass himself last night? He didn't think so. How did he get the home? Right, Harry brought him home. He sat up and looked around his one-room apartment. The sofa had a blanket and one of the many decoration pillows he usually kept on his bed.
"Harry?" He shouted.

Harry came out of the kitchen.
"Yes?"

"You stayed over?" Louis questioned.

"I slept on the couch. Someone had to make sure you didn't suffocate in your own vomit." Harry replied.

That's right. He had puked. A lot.
"I'm sorry."

"It happens to the best of us. One sec. I made you something to eat." Harry said and disappeared into the kitchen.

He returned a few moments later with a tray in his hands and placed it on the bed. Louis stared at it.
"Are you trying to kill me?"

"What? No." Harry replied.

"Harry, Harry... fucking avocado. On toast! Trendiest food of all time." Louis whined.

"You don't like avocado?" Harry asked.

"No." Louis said with an eye roll.

"Alright. I'll eat that then. You like eggs right?" Harry asked, looking concerned.

"Not the rotten type." Louis muttered.

"Oh, but I bought them this morning. They should be fine." Harry hurried to say.

"I'm sure they are. It was just something me mum said. Never mind. Thank you, Harry, you really didn't have to do all of this." Louis said softly.

"It's no problem. There's a couple of painkillers there as well." Harry said.

"You're a lifesaver. How come you're not hungover?"Louis asked.

He moved the tray to his lap and gestured for Harry to take a seat on the bed.
"I was sober." Harry said. He sat down and picked up the avocado toast and took a bite. Louis shivered dramatically and Harry chuckled.

Harry was still in his sparkling jumpsuit.
"Do you think Liam and Zayn enjoyed their bachelor party?" Louis asked.

"I hope so." Harry said.

Louis reached for his phone shaped like a hamburger from the nightstand and rang Liam's landline.
"What?" His best friend grunted

"Good morning sunshine. Did you enjoy your bachelor party?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, Zayn and I had a lot of fun. It was perfect." Liam replied.

"I'm glad to hear that." Louis smiled.

"You and Harry should help us plan the wedding. If you want to. You don't have to. You've done more than enough." Liam said.

"I'd love to. Let me ask Harry." Louis said and looked up at the alpha munching on fucking avocado toast.
"Liam just asked if we want to help them plan the wedding since we did such a marvelous job with the bachelor party."

"Sure." Harry smiled.

Louis returned to his phone call.
"He's in."

"Wait, is Harry there with you? Did he spend the night?" Liam asked.

"I'm hanging up!" Louis said with blushed cheeks.

"Wait! Are you free today? Why don't you both come over?" Liam suggested.

Louis turned to Harry again.
"Do you have to be at The Dome today? Liam invited us over to start planning."

"I have the day off. I put Niall and the others in charge of cleaning after the party. I can visit." Harry said.

"Smart. Okay, Liam. We'll come over in an hour or so." Louis said and hung up the phone.

"I need a shower." Louis stated.

"Is it okay if we stop by my place on the way so I can take a quick shower and change out of this jumpsuit?" Harry asked.

"Of course." Louis agreed.

He got out of bed and realized that he was just in his boxers.
"Did you undress me?"

"You puked all over yourself." Harry informed him.

"Great" Louis muttered and his face turned red.

He hurried to the bathroom and took a quick shower and got dressed. Harry had washed the dishes in the meantime. They got in the car and Harry drove them to his apartment. Louis had never been there and he was curious as he stepped inside.
"I'll be quick." Harry said and disappeared into the bathroom.

Louis walked around his living room and looked around. Harry had a lot of books. He looked at the titles. Mostly classics but a lot of poetry as well. There was a guitar in the corner and a couple of VHS films, mostly romantic comedies by the TV. A couple of Andy Warhol posters and a whole collection of crying clowns. Louis stopped and stared at them.
"Zayn buys me those. Every birthday and Christmas. It started as a joke but I'm quite fond of my collection nowadays." Harry said behind him.

Louis turned around. The alpha had cleaned up well.
"Ready to go?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Louis agreed.

Twenty minutes later they knocked on Liam's door. They spend the day talking about the bachelor party and playing Mario on Nintendo. They ate pizza for dinner and loosely discussed the upcoming wedding. It was a great day.

What happens next?