ꪆৎ • Ben&Jerry's ᡣ𐭩˚⋅

Haz?

Harry woke up, feeling lighter than before with the thought of Louis being in the same apartment as him again.

Not beside him though, no. It was too soon for him to let the situation be forgiven easily. He needed to build up his walls not to be able to melt down as soon as he saw a glimpse of his lover man.

The man needed to try his best to gain Harry's trust and love again. Then Harry would think about it.

Not a second later, he heard a knock on the door.

"Haz?" called out oh so gently in case he was sleeping.

When he did not give any sounds back, Louis disappeared from the door. Was he giving up on approaching him?

He didn't know if he was waiting but he noticed that he, for the second time in the morning, drifted off to sleep until he saw the clock striking 10 am.

The air was different. It was slightly mixed with an odor of pancakes and bacons, his favorite. He guessed who was making it and decided to wash up before joining the boy he's mad at in the kitchen later.

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Harry cleared his throat as he stood by the kitchen table.

Louis' back was turned to him, naked. His muscles showing off so flexing that made him a bit insecure about his own. His morning hair looked like spikes on a hedgehog's back, sharp yet so soft.

He had never wanted to give Louis a back hug this bad before. Wanted to curl his arms around his man's torso and nuzzle his face enough for Lou's neck baby hair to tickle his nose.

The feathery boy looked around to find his muse, looking so cuddly and warm. He smiled softly at him but only after flipping an egg on the pan.

"Thought you were still asleep. You should be because I was gonna wake you up with a breakfast tray"

Harry half smiled at his words but didn't answered.

"Could you do me a favor please, Haz? Go back to bed and let me carry this to you"

"Why would you do that"

"Because I want to, pleaseee?" He pouted.

Obviously, This is not affecting Harry at all, what can his pout do? nothing, obviously. But he scoffed and went back to his room, laid in bed.

After a few minutes, the chattering of glasses can be heard along with a quiet panting. Louis came into the room with his prepared breakfast and another unknown box wrapped in white plastic that Harry couldn't guess what it was.

"Wake up, darling. I made you breakfast in bed", said Louis, cheekily.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat up, letting Louis settle the plates and drinks on the small bedside table, not on the blanket or the mattress though. Because Harry hated when it's left with crumbles and stains on it.

"Try it" Louis gave Harry a toothy grin.

Harry nodded and took a first bite of the omelet. It was edible. You know Louis.

Then the pancakes, not burnt ones, and the freshly squeezed orange juice with a petal of rose on the surface, just the way Harry liked.