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15.

Louis loved being treated like a prince, though Harry called him 'princess'.

He would never say it out loud, but he secretely enjoyed and loved how beautiful the pet name sounded coming out from his boyfriend's mouth. Everytime he heard that deep sweet voice, sexily moaning 'princess' into his ear... gosh, he would be pathetically melting inside.

But, how he acted on the outside was another story.

The amount of times he had cursed out on Harry for calling him that was too many to count, but Louis fucking loved it and he was pretty sure Harry knew it too by how he always smirked and kissed Louis' rosy cheeks afterwards.

"Open," Harry whispered, waving the first homemade red velvet cupcake around Louis' face, the smell intoxicating him with how delicious it was. "Open your mouth, babe."

They were on the couch. Louis was lying there with a pillow behind his head, and the softest blanket they had in the house wrapped around him like a burrito. Harry sat under him, so that Louis' bum and legs were resting over his lap, and teased him with the cupcake whilst playing with his hair at the same time.

"Open, baby boy," Harry said, biting his bottom lip when Louis opened his mouth slowly with a shy expression, his thin beautiful lips forming an O-shape as Harry rubbed the tasty glaze against his lips, "take a bite."

Louis bit down on the soft cupcake, and immediately, his reaction was clear by how loud he moaned.

"Fuck," he whimpered, biting down again as he kept making beautiful sounds about how wonderful the red velvet heaven felt on his tongue, "Harry, is this really your first time making these?"

Harry chuckled, nodding. "Yes, only for you."

Louis almost began crying his eyes out because of how good it tasted, but instead he took another cupcake from the coffee table and took a quick bite, not wasting any time with eating the babies of heaven.

"Harry, I love you," he laughed, snuggling closer to his perfect boyfriend whilst eating his perfect cupcake. What a fucking perfect day. "Love you so much."

"Aw, baby, you're adorable. I love you too," Harry replied, rubbing his nose on Louis' warm cheek. "I have a surprise for you today."

Louis smiled brightened in happiness, and it was all Harry wanted in life, too see his boyfriend this happy. He couldn't help but kiss him softly on the lips, pulling away briefly after a few seconds to see Louis' sea blue eyes shut closely. Harry bit his boyfriend's bottom lip and played with it, earning a loud whimper from Louis who blushed immediately at the sound that came from his mouth.

"I hate when I do that," Louis whispered in embarrassment, giggling nervously under words.

Harry shook his head, kissing him again. "I love when you do that, beautiful."

"I'm not- I'm not," Louis stammered, sighing deeply while squeezing his eyes shut when he felt that familiar little stone in his throat. "Harry, I'm-"

"Shh, you are the most beautiful person in the world," Harry interrupted with a soft whisper, frowning when he saw the happiness from Louis' eyes were gone, replaced with sadness and shame. "Listen to me."

Louis barely nodded in reply, sitting up on the couch to grab the fluffy pillow that was under his head to put it on his tummy and cuddle with it like a teddybear. Harry wanted so badly to just propose to him here and there, impatiently waiting for the wonderful sight of Louis with the beautiful diamond ring on his finger.

"Come here, lovely," Harry said, motioning him to come and sit on his lap, "I'll cuddle the sadness out of you and kiss your wonderful face every chance I get, okay baby? You're so beautiful, and I'll prove it to you everyday."

And when Louis sat on Harry's lap and Harry started to cuddle him like a giant puppy, Louis felt his body calm down and his eyes close at the feeling of his boyfriend's beautiful red lips everywhere on his face, chest, back, tummy and other sensitive places that he would rather not mention.