Mess

16.

They got ready for the date Harry had planned for the evening, together, sending each other soft smiles whilst they got dressed in a comfortable silence that was sometimes broken by giggles and soft whispers. Another thing was that Louis blushed uncontrollably every time he got caught staring at Harry's body, whilst Harry smirked knowingly in response and pecked his red cheek, just to make his boyfriend blush deeper.

Harry had told him to wear anything that he wanted and felt comfortable im, but something pretty, considering they were going out to this fancy italian restaurant that Louis loved. He decided on a cozy, dark pink sweater and some tight denim jeans. Because it was really cold outside, he also put on his favorite beige coat that was obviously too big on him.

Harry couldn't keep his eyes away.

He studied every move of Louis' body, his hips rocking from side to side and the way walked like a happy child around the room. His smile was big, but so soft, and his eyes were glimmering. Harry had never seen anything or anyone as beautiful as him... his baby. Seeing him this happy almost made him tear up, but he kept himself together, instead grinning at Louis with obvious love in his eyes.

"You look beautiful," Harry complimented, interrupting Louis' giddy walking, "I love pink on you."

Louis bit his lip, walking towards his boyfriend with his head hung low in embarrassment. "Thanks."

Harry shook his head, holding Louis' face in his hands as he softly stroke his boy's sharp cheekbones with his thumbs. "Don't ever be embarrassed of being happy. I want you to be happy all the time, love."

Louis giggled, looking up to meet Harry's eyes. It certaintly took his breath away, by how blue and mesmerizing his eyes were. "I love you, prince charming."

"I love you more, baby prince," Harry whispered, smirking, "or should I say... princess?"

Louis pouted in response. Though, instead of replying to his cheeky comment, he looked over Harry's dashing outfit for the first time. He had a white shirt on with a few buttons left open, and tight black skinny jeans on like usual. Plus, he also wore this sexy black leather jacket that looked so good on him, and it was Louis' favorite.

"You look so hot," Louis groaned, bringing Harry out of his own naughty thoughts (that did not involve him fucking Louis against the wall, nope... not at all), "you're so hot and we haven't been on a date for a long time."

Harry kissed Louis' forehead, putting his arm around his waist as they together walked out of the room. "I know. I want to show you how much I love you. Do you know how much? I can't even describe how much I love you. It's too much... and oops, I think my heart is about to explode of love."

And when they walked out of their house to the outside world, Louis couldn't stop blushing and just kept snuggling closer to Harry, whilst Harry couldn't stop kissing Louis' face.

"Do you really love me that much, Haz?"

Harry put both of his arms around Louis and hugged him, pressing his lips on his boyfriend's soft neck.

"Is that even a question? Gosh, my heart beats for you."

**

Louis, like expected, ordered spagetti bolognese which was like food from heaven for him. Harry hadn't had time to cook at home for the longest time due to their touring schedule, therefore their hunger was more stronger than normal at the moment.

And Harry, like expected too, ordered lasagna. He loved lasagna, and Louis knew. One time (it actually wasn't that long ago), he tried to make the meal for dinner as a surprise when Harry was spending the day with Liam. He actually suceeded, and even though it wasn't as good as Harry's lasagna, Harry loved the fact that his baby went this far just to make him happy. The day ended with lots of cuddles, kisses and rough love making.

"What are you thinking about?" Harry asked, fondly staring at the boy seated on the other side of the small table. "You look so happy."

Louis blushed when a little bit of the spagetti fell out of his mouth, but Harry obviously didn't mind by the way he just chuckled at Louis' embarrassed face.

"I'm thinking about you."

Harry sighed lovingly, and took one of Louis' hands in his and stroke his thumb over his palm. "Good thoughts?"

"Very good thoughts," Louis replied, biting his bottom lip. "You always make me so happy."

"That's my goal in life," Harry said immediately, kissing the back of Louis' hand with a soft smile, "to make you the happiest boy on earth. I don't like it when you're sad and struggle, because a wonderful person like you shouldn't be feeling like that."

Louis' eyes teared up, and in a way of trying to subtly brush them away, he (at first) cleared his throat and let out a fake laugh. Harry noticed, though, and immediately moved his chair and plate closer to Louis with a comforting smile.

"Baby, I love you. I don't care if you cry over what I say sometimes, because I want you to express your feelings. It's not good to hold them all inside."

Louis nodded quickly in response and hid his face in Harry's shoulder, sobbing happy tears whilst Harry whispered sweet words and stroke his back up and down with his arm.

After a minute, Louis pulled away with puffy eyes and a beautiful smile. Harry kissed him softly in desperation. Sometimes, he just longed for the feeling of his baby boyfriend's lips locked with his own.

"C'mon, eat up," Harry said, playing with Louis' hair. I have a surprise for you, love."

And, of course, Louis couldn't have eaten any faster than he did after Harry's sentence.