taming mr.tomlinson [larry stylinson] ✔️

8.

Harry was having company over, and so he had spent the last two hours scrubbing and cleaning the house until you could see everything sparkle. Unfortunately, Liam went out for a dinner party and couldn't keep him sane when the two guests came over - Mr.Tomlinson and Luke - so he was all by himself on this one. At the meeting, they had all agreed that they would do without the baking at Harry's house since he had most of the stuff already - Luke only had a bowl and a spoon at his house.

That was one thing that Harry despised about Luke when they were together. For dinner, take out became a religion because Harry refused to eat his steak out of a bowl using only a spoon to chop it up. It was both endearing and agitating, but now Harry realizes how childish Luke is at a person; never thinking ahead of himself. He needed someone who was consistently on top of things when Harry couldn't be, and someone who made his life exciting.

As Harry was scrubbing the stove with a Brillo pad, the doorbell rang out. Harry placed it in the sink and adjusted his bubblegum apron while walking to the door, opening it with a bright smile on his face. Mr.Tomlinson stood on the steps with a backpack slung over his shoulder and a bag filled with brownie essentials in his hand. "Lovely house you've got here, Harry."

"Thank you." said Harry hesistantly, his eyes scoping across Louis' outfit, which were gray joggers and a white t-shirt that revealed his muscled arms and displayed his tattoos. He didn't realize how many Louis had until now, only noticing the ones on his wrist whenever his sleeves rose up at work. They covered his arm from top to bottom, and Harry didn't notice that he was staring for an inapropriately long time until Louis lifted the bag of brownie essentials in front of Harry's face and shook it, signaling that his arms were going to break off if he had to hold them any longer. "Hm?"

"Are you going to let me in?" inquired Louis, his tone in between annoyed and amused.

Harry nodded and opened the door wider for Louis to come inside, feeling his cheeks heat up as he watched Louis look around with a blank expression, seeing the way his nose began to scrunch up. "What? What's wrong?"

"It smells like you had lemons dropped all over your furniture." said Louis bluntly as he walked into the kitchen and sat the grocery bag on top of the counter, continuing to let his eyes glaze over the insides of Harry's house. Harry looked around for any sign of Luke before shutting the door and locking it behind him; following Louis into the kitchen quickly to make sure that the man wasn't taking anything, or worse, showing obvious judgement. Like usual, Louis had his poker face on, looking at Harry from the corner of his eye as if expecting an answer.

"Oh!" mumbled Harry, twiddling with his fingers nervously. "I was doing cleaning before you came."

"I can tell. You still have a bonnet on your head." pointed out Louis, then turning around to take the stuff out of the bag. Harry reached up to touch his head and mentally shrieked, snatching the bonnet off of his head and stuffing it into the pocket of his apron. It shouldn't matter to him about what Louis thought about what he was wearing, it never did when he was around Luke, but he always had the overwhelming urge to impress Louis. Even if they were in the middle of this unspoken prank war. "So what's the game plan, Mr.I-Use-To-Be-A-Baker?"

"I was thinking that we could discuss it when Luke got here, so he isn't confused." responded Harry hurriedly, knowing that his words were mushed together from how fast he was speaking. Now that he realizes how nervous he is around Louis, he thinks that he is sweating too, but his hands are too shaky to feel if he is.