A Fairytale Story // L.S

Seven

In pots and pans, our love sizzles,

A dance of flavors, where passion drizzles.

In each meal, a story of our love's sweet art,

Cooking for you, my dear, is where I find my heart.

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As the week flies by, the two boys get into a comfortable routine.

Louis usually wakes up first and gets into the shower, while Harry makes breakfast for them.

When Harry gets home from work, Louis is already sprawled out on the couch watching tv.

Harry joins him and they spend their evening chatting about their days.

Living together feels comfortable, easy... right.

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Louis has never been much of a cook. Sure, he could whip up a decent pasta dish or fry an egg without burning down the kitchen, but when it came to culinary finesse, he was far from being a chef.

However, he was determined to show his gratitude to Harry for letting him stay at his place, so he decided to make him dinner before he gets back home from work.

With a sense of determination, Louis scoured the internet for what seemed like the easiest recipe he could find.

After much deliberation, he settled on attempting to make spaghetti carbonara. How hard could it be, right?

He got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen, in search for the needed supplies.

Armed with a packet of spaghetti, some eggs, a wedge of Parmesan cheese, and a few rashers of bacon, Louis got to work.

He boiled the pasta, fried the bacon until it was crispy, and attempted to whisk the eggs and cheese together to create the creamy sauce.

As he poured the sauce over the cooked spaghetti, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. This is going to be a masterpiece, he's certain.

When Harry arrived home, he was greeted by the sight and aroma of Louis' culinary creation.

Harry walks toward the table, taking in the sight of the food and the bottle on wine sitting on it.

As he makes his way into the kitchen, his eyes immediately fall on Louis, who stands amidst a chaos of pots and pans, his hair slightly disheveled and a smudge of sauce on his cheek.

Louis wore an apron that was splattered with various ingredients, evidence of his culinary endeavors.

"Louis, love, you look like you've been in a wrestling match with the kitchen", Harry remarked with a chuckle, taking in the sight before him.

Louis glances up from his cooking, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

"Just trying to work my magic in here", he replied, gesturing to the array of ingredients scattered around him.

Harry can't help but be charmed by Louis' determination, messy appearance and all.

Despite the chaos, there was something incredibly endearing about Louis' efforts to cook for him.

"Go get changed into something more comfortable Haz, dinner will be ready in a few minutes"

Harry walks away from the kitchen and down the long hallway to his bedroom. He quickly gets changed into some gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, making his way back to the main area.

"Wow, Lou, this looks amazing!" Harry exclaims, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Louis beams with pride as they sit down to eat.

However, as they take their first bites, it becomes apparent that Louis' cooking skills still have some room for improvement. The pasta is a tad overcooked, the sauce a bit too runny, and the bacon... well, let's just say it's on the chewy side.

But despite the meal's imperfections, Harry ate with a big smile, taking two portions, praising Louis for his efforts between mouthfuls.

"It's delicious, really," Harry says, trying to stifle a laugh at Louis' sheepish expression.

Louis grins sheepishly in return, relieved that Harry was being so kind.

"Thanks", Louis softly mumbles, "And thanks for letting me stay here, h, you saved my ass".

"Well with an ass like that, how could I not?" Harry replies with a wide smile, dimples showing.

"Shut up!" louis says, trying (and failing) to contain his blush.

Harry takes another bite of the pasta and barely contains a moan, enjoying not only the food but Louis' efforts.

Maybe he wasn't the next Gordon Ramsay, but seeing Harry enjoy his cooking made it all worth it.

And as they finished eating, Louis realized that sometimes, it's the gesture that counts the most. And he vowed to keep practicing his cooking skills, if only to make Harry smile and moan like that again.

Yeah, he definitely didn't mind seeing him moaning like that again.

Damn, he has it bad for the curly lad seating in front of him.

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I'm back bitchesssss

u miss me? bc I missed u...

xoxo G