This is dedicated to my friend Lorna, because I promised her Larry Stylinson fluff for her birthday.
Spacing might be odd, sorry about that. I didn't really edit this that much and wanted to post it on the 15th, so it's bit hastily written, and don't look to closely at the cover XD
The recipe they use is in the external link, if it works correctly.
Harry could hear Louis crashing up the stairs from two floors up with his door closed. That's the way it always was with Lou, loud and too impatient for elevators.
Harry groaned, rolling over to bury his curly head in the soft hotel pillows. He had been up far too late the night before watching The Notebook with the same man-child who had just ruined his morning.
Louis' pounding footsteps couldn't even be dulled by the thick carpeting in the hall, and Harry pulled the plush blanket over his head so that only a few curly locks spilled out onto the pillow, as if it would protect him from the morning.
Harry winced as the door slammed open, curling into a ball under the covers as Lou burst into the room in a frenzy of light and noise, ripping the blanket off of him and leaping up onto his bed to bounce up and down while chattering incessantly about something.
Harry grunted, blearily blinking up at his friend and uselessly trying to shade his eyes from the light streaming in through the open door. "Who gave you coffee?"
Louis paused. "Uh...Zayn, I think, dunno, might have been France."
"It's Francine, Lou." Harry groaned, sitting up and attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
"I don't care, she makes good food. And guess what?!"
Harry couldn't get a word in edgewise as Louis prattled off some nonsense in a caffeine-induced haze before commanding him to put clothes on and come to the kitchen. Harry stared after him as the disappeared out the door. Kitchen?
Oh, that was right, it was Liam's birthday tomorrow, and Harry had promised to help his friend bake a cake before he got home.
He flopped back down onto the pillow, laying there for a few seconds before letting out another groan (the only communication he could manage in the morning) and rolling out of bed.
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After Harry had thrown on sweatpants and a T-shirt, he made his way down to the hotel kitchen. Louis was chattering away to the cook, Francine, who he had somehow convinced to let them use her workspace for a few hours.
As soon as he saw Harry, the older boy bounced over to grab his wrist, pulling him over to the pantry while waving around some recipe he had found online and printed out.
Harry had to forcefully grab his friend's shoulders and hold him in place. Taking the piece of paper from him, he quickly scanned it before clearing his throat (damn his morning voice) to read off the ingredients.
"All-purpose flour, superfine sugar, baking powder..."
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"...Ok, Lou. Take the flour, sugar, baking powder and soda, cocoa, butter, eggs, vanilla, and sour cream and put it all in the food processor. The measuring cups are other there, and here's the recipe. I'm gonna work on the icing."
Louis gave him a salute and a mocking "Yes, sir!" before grabbing the baking powder.
The younger boy rolled his eyes, putting the chocolate and butter into a bowl and sticking him in the microwave to melt. "Lou, have you seen the sieve...?"
Harry's eyes widened, and he let out a startled cry of laughter when he saw his friend. Louis was standing in front of the mixer (apparently he didn't know what a food processor was), entire front as well as half the counter covered in flour, a shell-shocked look frozen onto his face.
Louis turned around to glare at his friend, which only made Harry laugh harder, bending over to clutch his stomach as his deep voice echoed through the large kitchen. He didn't see Lou reach over for the baking soda.
Harry's laughter trailed off as the entire bag of baking soda was dumped over his head.
He slowly straightened to a standing position, staring at his smug friend in disbelief for a few moments before reaching over to snatch in egg off the counter and tossing it at the shorter boy's forehead.
Louis raised both his hands as if to protect himself, and let out a yelp as the egg hit him. They both stood stock-still, Louis crossing his eyes as egg yolk dripped down his nose.
After a few moments, they both both leapt into action, Louis going for the smooth almost-icing and throwing globs of it at Harry whereas his friend grabbed the bowl of cake mixture (which had too much flour and no butter) and took a huge handful of it, lobbing it at Lou's face.
Louis spluttered as the batter hit his face, before deciding to just take a lick of it and dive at Harry with the icing.
The taller boy stumbled as his friend leapt onto his back like some sort of monkey, wiping the smooth chocolatey substance all over his face and arms as Harry struggled to keep his balance. Louis shrieked as they both went toppling over, him landing on top of Harry and both of them covered in melted chocolate and butter.
They laid there for a few seconds, staring wide-eyed at each other (Louis was covered in flour with egg yolk in his hair and cake batter all over his face and neck as well as the icing splattered across him. Harry had baking powder covering his entire torso and icing smeared across his face, arms, and dripping down his forehead as the bowl was resting on his head) before both broke out into loud peals of laughter.
Louis rested his head on his friend's chest, feeling him shake with laughter as egg yolk dripped from Louis' hair onto Harry's baking-powdered torso.
Francine opened the door to warn them that Liam was coming down, only to turn around and walk right out as she saw the mess they'd made of her kitchen. It wasn't like she'd expected anything else, after all, whenever they were together trouble ensued (and they were connected at the hip, so that was often), but she'd still make them pay.
Meanwhile, their laughter had trailed off to soft giggles, and Lou sat back up so they were face to face. Harry stared up at his friend as he reached down to take a finger-full of the chocolate icing covering Harry's forehead, tasting it. "That's delicious, Harry."
"It's not finished yet." Harry stuck his tongue out, and Louis leaned down to touch their foreheads together, licking another glob of the warm melted chocolate off of his nose.
"It tastes better like this."
"It needs corn syrup, and powdered cream, and vanilla..." Harry hated to admit that his voice sounded a bit breathy.
"No." Louis rubbed their noses together before dropping a glob of the batter into Harry's mouth.
Harry rolled it around, tasting it for a few seconds before swallowing. "Too much flour and not enough-"
He let out a tiny squeak as Louis muttered for him to shut up and crashed their lips together.
Harry hardly had time to process what was happening before Louis pulled away, looking just as surprised as the younger boy. Harry stared into his crystal-clear eyes for a few seconds before murmuring breathlessly "You taste like chocolate." and tangling his finger's in Louis' egg-yolk and flour filled hair, pulling him back down.
That was not was Liam was expecting to see when he came into the room.
