Model Material- Larry Stylinson

Chapter Twenty One

A few days later and Harry was back to treating Louis like the princess.

Louis woke up to the smell of breakfast. But not any breakfast. It was a typical English breakfast, his favourite. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before he went downstairs and smiled.

Harry was standing in front of the cooker, frying the bacon. Louis inhaled the smell and hummed. "Smells good, love." Louis said and stretched again.

Harry smiled and turned around. "Well I know how much you love bac- are you trying to kill me?"

Louis was wearing one of Harry's sweaters again. It was way too big for Louis' petite little body and Harry loved it.

"You know I love wearing your clothes. Plus, they're just so comfortable. Mine are never this comfy."

Louis made his way over to Harry and hugged his back. "Well, good morning, sleepy head." Harry said while he put the bacon on two plates. Louis let go of him and took the plates to set them down on the table.

"Good morning to you, too. I still don't know why you insist that I'm cute in your clothes." Louis knew he looked cute, he just longed for Harry's affection.

Harry smiled fondly at him and leaned over the table to kiss Louis' nose.

"Because you're really small. You had to return an xs jumper because it was too big. Remember that one."

Louis sighed. "'S not my problem that those people got the size wrong. It definitely wasn't xs."

Harry just chuckled and patted Louis' cheek. "Sure, princess."

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"By the way, I thought we could cook something together since you said you suck at cooking and I'm obviously the best cook in the world." Louis rolled his eyes at Harry's comment but smiled at the sweet idea.

"And what did you think about cooking?"

"Well I found a recipe. It's chicken wrapped in parma ham, stuffed with mozzarella with a side of homemade mash. How's that sound?"

"What the hell is that supposed to be?" Louis laughed and Harry pouted.

"It sounded good and it's easy to make."

Louis turned his head to look at Harry and laughed a little. "Love, don't pout. Of course, we can cook that. Just, let's watch this episode of The Walking Dead and then cook, alright?"

Harry grinned from ear to ear. "Perfect!" He kissed Louis' nose.

"You are." Louis said and cuddled himself into Harry's chest so he could be the little spoon like usual.

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A week passed and they hadn't started cooking together yet much to Harry's dislike. Louis always acted like he was busy with something because the truth was, he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Harry. Louis really couldn't cook.

"Lou, let's cook that thing now." Harry said from the kitchen. Louis was lying on the sofa, reading a magazine. (There was an article about him and Harry, so of course he bought it.)

He just hummed and gasped when he felt a body on his own. "Harry you big oaf! Get off of me!" He chuckled and pushed Harry away but he pushed himself more onto Louis' body. His hands held Louis' face and his lips pecked him all over the place.

"Please. Please. Please, Lou. Let's cook together for once, cmon." He said in between kisses and small tickles. Louis loved his big idiot and couldn't help but give up.

"Okay, okay. I surrender. We can cook together. But first...." He kissed Harry deeply. "Lets just..."

Harry smirked at him. "I can do that." He said and pressed his lips against Louis'. His hands stroked Louis' cheeks and Louis' went to Harry's hair.