Harry shook his head at the boy with fluffy brown hair and a green beanie. He was starting to think the lad would never grow up; and if he was honest, he was okay with that. He enjoyed the Louis who got up early to play jokes and the Louis who pouted whenever it was his turn to clean the dishes.
Which was exactly what he was doing right now. Crossing his arms in front of his torso and sticking his tongue out at Harry just as he turned around towards the sink.
"This isn't fair," he complained.
"I did them last week, love."
"But we ate out last week, twice. It's not fair."
Harry stared at the pouty lips on Louis Tomlinson's face. He didn't look or act a day over seventeen, but he was most definitely twenty-four.
Sighing, Harry grabbed a plate and sponge then leaned down to kiss Louis' forehead. "Then I'll help you I guess."
Louis' smile brightened up as he hopped up and down. You'd think Harry had single-handedly ended world hunger by the way Louis was reacting.
"You're the best hubby I know!" He exclaimed, causing Harry to raise his eyebrows.
"How many do you have?"
"Well I dream about being married to Zac Efron sometimes, but you're definitely better."
Harry rolled his eyes at the boy. "Wow that's reassuring." He reached down for another dish but realized there were none left. "Hey, we finished."
Louis cracked a smile yet again and began giggling. He pushed his green jumper over his hands, stretching the already worn out clothing.
"Yeah, you finished. You were so busy talking I didn't do anything."
Kissing Harry's lips once, Louis skipped outside, leaving Harry behind to laugh at himself.
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So this is just a short story thing with some one shots.
Louis is Peter Pan as well as immature, but Harry is completely in love anyways.
