SPACES [Editing]

The Man of the House

Harry Styles

"You look like you just got fucked," Gemma whispered jokingly as I went back to the table.

I didn't react to her statement which made her realize that I did get fucked.

"Oh, god. Gross. I did not need to know that. Where's he now?"

"He's taking an important call," I answered as I looked at my parents who are on the stage.

Just a few more minutes and we're out of here. Our parents usually leave earlier than everyone else, even though they're the hosts. They usually leave our brother and his fiancée to entertain the guests. They don't expect us to stay, which is great. At least we can leave right after they did.

"Okay, so what did I miss?" Louis sat down between me and Gemma.

"Me," Gemma kissed him on the cheek, putting on a show for the people on our table.

"They're about to end the bidding for the last piece of jewelry." I cut my steak and put it in my mouth.

"Yeah, and we can finally go home." Gemma said.

Barbara won't stop looking at me and I felt uncomfortable. She was looking at my neck, probably because Louis left a mark on it. It still burns, honestly. The things this man has done to me.

"...have fun, everyone!" My mom said through the mic, which was our cue to leave. It took them long enough, probably an agonizing half-hour before they really decided to leave. As soon as our parents were out of sight, we said goodbye to the people in our table and left immediately.

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"Baby, do you have plans for today?" Louis asked me while he was making us breakfast. I insisted on cooking for him since he was so tired from last night but I literally am having a hard time walking, so he's now the man on the kitchen.

"I could always clear my schedule for you," I smiled at him. I want to be that kind of husband. One who would always make time for his partner.

"So you would come with me, then?" He asked.

"Where?"

"Just...wherever." He replied. He was being strange, but I didn't care. Usually if he's being like this, he just wants to spend time together and I don't mind, I'm all his.

We were both hoping to hit round 2 last night when we got home from the dinner, but I was still sore from what we did and I didn't want to push it.

"You know I'd always come with you...and for you." I winked at him.

"Thank you. Now get cooking." He laughed.

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"Would this be okay?" I asked him as I put on the third shirt I tried on from my closet.

"Just dress like you normally would, sweet cheeks. Don't worry too much about it." He said as he put his shirt on.

"Well, I don't want to be underdressed or overdressed for where we're going to go..." I said as I removed the shirt and put on another one.

"That one's okay, so were all the others that you just put on. You're okay, don't worry. With a face like yours, you shouldn't even care about what you're wearing." He said as he approached me and put his arm around my waist.

"But I wanna be fashionable." I said. Whenever people would see me on the streets, instead of focusing on my family, they'd just focus on my clothes. It's a big distraction, that's what fashion is.