KIK •Harry x Louis•

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Honeymoon part 3.

Day four into their honeymoon and it seems like they've done it everywhere already. Yesterday they didn't really do anything because they needed a rest. All that sex seemed like a work out if I'm being honest here and it tired them quickly. Today was a different day though and they already seemed to be looking ate another like they were about to rip each others clothes off.

Just as Harry dived in for a kiss, Louis giggled and pressed his hands to his husbands bare chest. "Nope, not yet. I'm hungry, Harold. You have to make me some breakfast." He leaned up and pecked the side of his mouth before sliding out of bed, still a bit sore from the day before yesterday. "Meanwhile, I will be in the shower."

Harry had whined and fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes. "What's the point in showering if you're going to be all dirty and sweaty again?" The younger boy just ignored his words and shut the door to the bathroom, a smirk on his face. Brat.

Forcing himself to get up from the bed, he groaned and allowed his feet to touch the floor. He didn't wanna make breakfast, he wanna to f uck Louis or at least cuddle him. He wanted to cuddle even more. He just imagined cuddling while watching TV and drinking hot tea. Louis would be wearing one of Harry's sweaters and it would be big on him but it'd look so perfect.

He fixed the bed while see thoughts ran through his head. Once he was done, the shower finally was heard being turned on and he took that as a sign to get downstairs and make food fast. Louis gets demanding over Harry's food. He claimed it was the best thing ever and he meant it.

He decided to go with something simple ; waffles, bacon, sausages and eggs. The eggs for only for him because Louis didn't like them anymore. He refused to eat them because of a project he had to do in school about baby chicks and eggs.

The food was being placed on two big plates when arms wrapped around his bare waist and a face was felt burying in the middle of his back. "Hello, princess." That was the first nickname that Harry had ever given Louis and it was on kik. He still remembered it and when Louis said it made him feel all girly and queasy. He didn't seem to mind it much now.

"Hello, frog."

A scowl covered Harry's face and he grumbled some, pushing the hair back away from his face. He hated being called that, so much but Louis seemed to think it was funny. "You like making me angry, don't you?" He muttered out, his brows creased.

"Mhm." Louis hummed and kissed Harry's shoulder blade. "But you know I love you and you know you're the sexiest guy ever." He rubbed up and down Harry's stomach and grinned. "So don't be mad at me."

"Oh shut up. You know I could never stay mad at you." And as cheesy as that was, it was still true. He could barely be mad at Louis. Just look at those big blue eyes and you'll become weak. He's got Harry under his spell and he knows it so he takes advantage of it. "But you know I hate that little pet name."

Louis just laughed and unwrapped his arms from around the others waist and grabbed the plate that didn't have the eggs on it before sitting down at the counter, digging his fork into the cut up waffles. "I know, but it's funny. Maybe if you didn't react like you do, then maybe I would've stopped calling you that a long time ago." He said with his mouth full of food so some words came out muffled.

Harry could understand him clearly do instead of saying anything back, he simply sat next to the other and ate as well, staring ahead as he did. It was hot out so he was thinking about going out to tan maybe, swim around for a bit. It looked so nice and he wanted to take advantage of that also before he went back to cold, rainy London.