Larry Stylinson One Shots

The First Bite

Louis Tomlinson had a lot of little habits—quirky, sweet things that most people wouldn't notice but Harry Styles knew them all by heart. From the way Louis had to tap the edge of his coffee cup twice before taking a sip to how he always hummed under his breath when he was concentrating, every little habit was tucked away in Harry's mind like a favorite song lyric. But of all of Louis' habits, there was one that Harry loved the most: Louis always gave Harry the first bite of his food.

It was something that started small, barely noticeable. Louis would slide his plate a little closer to Harry when they were out at a restaurant, or he'd offer up his spoon with a grin before taking his own first bite. It was second nature to Louis, an unspoken gesture of love, a tiny way of saying, "You first." And Harry adored it.

Tonight was no different. They were sitting in the back of a cozy Italian restaurant, hidden away in a corner booth with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. It was one of their favorite spots—a place they could sneak away to without being bothered, where no one cared if Harry was famous or Louis was the cheeky lad from Doncaster. Here, they were just Harry and Louis.

The waiter set their plates down, and Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of Louis' dish: a steaming plate of creamy carbonara, topped with a generous helping of crispy pancetta. It smelled divine.

"Oh my God, that looks incredible," Harry said, his eyes fixed on the food in front of Louis.

"Does, doesn't it?" Louis grinned, but before he even picked up his fork, he spun the plate slightly, nudging it towards Harry. "Here, Haz, have the first go."

Harry chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You really don't have to do that, you know."

"I know," Louis shrugged, his smile soft and genuine, "but I want to."

Harry took the fork from Louis' outstretched hand, twirling it into the pasta and taking a bite. The flavors burst on his tongue, rich and satisfying. Louis watched him with that familiar look, waiting for Harry's reaction.

"Mmm," Harry groaned, closing his eyes briefly as he savored the taste. "That's so good."

"Told you," Louis said, looking pleased with himself. He grabbed his fork, finally diving into his own meal now that Harry had tasted it first.

They ate quietly for a while, the comfortable silence filled with the clinking of silverware and the occasional murmurs of the other diners. Harry would steal glances at Louis between bites, watching the way Louis' eyes crinkled when he smiled or the way he'd point excitedly at something on his plate. It was little things like this that made Harry fall in love with Louis all over again, every single day.

"Why do you do that?" Harry asked suddenly, breaking the silence. Louis looked up from his plate, tilting his head in question.

"Do what?"

"Give me the first bite," Harry said, his voice soft but curious. "Every time."

Louis paused, his fork hovering in mid-air. For a moment, he looked almost shy, which was rare for someone as confident and outspoken as Louis Tomlinson. He set his fork down, glancing at Harry with a small smile.

"I don't know," Louis began, his voice quiet but sincere. "I guess it's just... I like seeing you happy. And I know how much you love food," he added with a teasing wink.

Harry laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I do love food."

"Yeah, you do," Louis agreed, his grin widening. "But it's not just that. It's... I dunno, it's my way of showing you I care, I guess. I mean, food's a big deal, right? Sharing it is kinda like sharing a part of yourself. So, you get the first bite. Always."

Harry stared at Louis, his heart swelling with affection. It was such a simple thing, but it meant the world to him. He reached across the table, his fingers brushing against Louis' in a gentle touch.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" Harry said, his voice tinged with emotion.

"I know," Louis replied, smirking. "But you love me for it."

"I do," Harry admitted softly, squeezing Louis' hand. "I really do."

They finished their meal, chatting about their day and making plans for the weekend. After dinner, they decided to walk home, the cool night air crisp against their faces. They strolled through the quiet streets of London, hands intertwined, talking about nothing and everything.

As they passed a small bakery, Louis stopped suddenly, pulling Harry towards the shop window.

"Look at those," Louis said, pointing at the display of freshly baked pastries. "Cinnamon rolls. Your favorite."

Harry's eyes widened, and he nodded eagerly. "We should get some."

Louis didn't hesitate. He pushed open the door, the warm scent of cinnamon and sugar filling the air. They picked out two rolls, the icing still glistening and warm, and Louis paid before Harry could even reach for his wallet.

Outside, Harry eagerly unwrapped his cinnamon roll, but Louis paused, tearing off a piece of his and holding it out to Harry.

"Here, first bite," Louis said, his eyes twinkling.

Harry laughed, taking the offered bite with a grateful smile. The sweetness of the cinnamon roll was perfect, but the gesture was even sweeter.

"You're the best," Harry mumbled around his mouthful, and Louis just smiled, his heart full.

"Only for you, love," Louis said softly.

They continued walking, sharing bites of their pastries until there was nothing left but crumbs. As they reached their apartment building, they made their way upstairs, the conversation light and full of laughter. When they finally got inside, Harry kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the couch, watching as Louis went to the kitchen. Moments later, Louis returned with a bowl of strawberries, fresh and vibrant.

He plopped down next to Harry, pulling a strawberry from the bowl and holding it up to Harry's lips.

"Here you go," Louis said with a wink.

Harry rolled his eyes but leaned forward, taking the strawberry and biting into it. It was sweet and juicy, and Harry couldn't help but smile.

"You really are something else," Harry said, shaking his head fondly.

Louis shrugged, popping a strawberry into his mouth. "Yeah, but you're stuck with me."

Harry leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Louis' cheek. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

They settled in together, the bowl of strawberries between them, and for a while, everything was perfect. In a world that was often chaotic and unpredictable, this was their little piece of normal—a shared meal, a quiet night, and the simple comfort of always putting each other first.

And as Louis passed Harry another strawberry, letting him have the first bite, Harry couldn't help but think that this, right here, was the best part of it all.

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