Two Months With Him [COMPLETED]

Part Twenty Six

Harry's POV:

"Hey Harry."

When I walk in the house Louis is already in the kitchen.

"Hey Louis. What's up?"

He's in the kitchen and he's...cooking?

"Well I thought that maybe I would make dinner for us." He smiles at me.

"So you're making dinner? What's the special occasion?" I ask.

Surely there is some reason that he wants to cook dinner.

I've been here for a week and all we've had was pizza and McDonald's. And the only one that's done any cooking around here is me and the microwave.

"There's no special reason." He pauses and looks back down to the stove.

"I just figured maybe it would be nice to have a home cooked meal." He finishes and looks at me to see my reaction.

I walk to the stove and look over his shoulder.

When I do he steps to the side.

Do I make him nervous?

"I'm cooking spaghetti." He says.

"It's kinda hard to mess up spaghetti. It's just noodles and sauce.." His voice trails off while I'm staring at the noodles in the pot.

When I look up at him he's got a look of timidness.

I make him nervous.

Let's have some fun with this.

I turn back to the stove and stir the sauce.

"And what kind of sauce is this?" I look at him.

"It's uh, it's from a can."

He turns to face the sink and messes with some bowls.

He is too easy.

"Hey Louis?"

He still has his back turned to me and I use this for my advantage.

"Yeah?"

When I get to him my chin just reaches the top of his head. I bend my knees just a little so I can put my mouth up to his ear.

"Since you've made dinner. Does that mean I'm in charge of dessert?"

He drops the bowl in his hand and I walk away to let him be alone with that thought.

I decide to sit on the couch and wait for him to tell me when dinner is ready.

He's probably in there sweating right now.

This is why I'm never good with relationships. I find people's weak spot and I use it for my own fun.

For some people it's popularity, for some it's attention, for some it's sex.

In the case of Rachel it was attention. As long as I gave her attention she was happy. And the thing that makes it all the better is that I get to have sex with her.

It's a rush when you know you're having an effect on someone. When your touch can make their breathing change.

That's the shit I live for.

He's just a boy

My brain tells me.

Louis is just a boy, who seems to have a crush on me.

How far that crush goes I have no idea.

The kiss we had was something I've chosen not to think about anymore.

Because when it comes down to it feelings are what fuck us all over.

If Louis wants to have something more than the arrangement we have, I don't think I can deliver.

"Dinner is ready!" I hear him yell from the kitchen.

When I walk in he hands me a plate and I follow behind him as he gets his noodles and then pours sauce on them.

We go back to the couch and sit on our usual ends.

The tv is white noise and there's no conversation going on between us.

Did he think about how messy spaghetti is?

"Do we have any napkins?" I ask him.

"Yeah, there's some on the counter in there at the bar."

When I come back I try to break the silence.

"How was work today?"

He looks up at me and swallows the food in his mouth.

"It was the usual. Except there's a girl there who I'm training now. Her name's Paige."

I don't think too much into things. She's probably just a girl who's broke and needs the money.

"What was your day like?" He asks me and takes another bite.

"I stayed here and watched tv. Nothing really exciting."

He doesn't need to know where I go.

We finish our meal in silence pretending to watch the TV, at least that's what I'm doing.

The thoughts going around in my head confuse and annoy me all at the same time.

Who the fuck is this boy?

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I think I hated Louis when I was writing this I'm sorry if Harry seems completely different. I dont know what happened to me haha. I just let the characters flow from my head and this is what happened.

BUT

YOU GUYS DONT KNOW HOW BAD I WANTED LOUIS TO BE COOKING CHICKEN STUFFED WITH MOZZARELLA WRAPPED IN PARMA HAM WITH A SIDE OF HOME MADE MASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAN.

YOU.

EVEN.

IMAGINE.

AHHHHHHH!!!!

IM SO INTO THIS STORY ITS PROBABLY UNHEALTHY.

I LOVE YOU ALL.

~Megan.