Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Burned-Louis

Sorry it took me so long to update, but it's hard to find the time to write since I'm also working on Bound (go check it out, please!).  I had actually written this last week, but I wasn't happy with it, so I took some more time to try to get to where I was okay with it, but it's still not the greatest.  I don't know.  Hopefully, you guys will like it!

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Louis awoke in bed beside Harry, who was still sound asleep. He considered going back to sleep himself, but then an idea struck him. He thought that he should get up and make breakfast for himself and Harry, since Harry was always the one to make breakfast, and Louis rarely ever woke before him. Louis thought that this was the perfect opportunity to show his love to Harry, even though he knew he wasn't a very good cook.

Slowly slipping out of bed while trying not to wake Harry, Louis made his way downstairs and to the kitchen. He searched through the cupboards, trying to find the right pans to use, hoping that he picked the right ones. He filled the kettle and placed it on the stove, knowing he at least did that right.

He decided he wanted to make some pancakes with chocolate chips in them, his personal favorite, so he grabbed the bag of chips and found the pancake mix. Harry would often make his pancakes from scratch, but Louis wasn't about to attempt that.

He scooped some mix into a bowl and added some water to it, stirring vigorously to get out all of the lumps, spilling some of it in the process. Louis made a mental note to clean it up later.

He set the bowl aside and placed the pan on the stove, switching on the burner. He realized, however, that he probably should've done that first so it could've heated up while he prepared the mix, but he just shrugged.

He slid some bread into the toaster before rummaging through the fridge to find some eggs, cracking them into a bowl one at a time. He picked up the last egg, hitting it on the edge of the bowl to split it open before using his fingers to pull the shells apart. The slimy goo slithered out of the egg and into the bowl, coating his fingers. The egg fell from his now slippery fingers and dropped into the bowl. He quickly picked it up and discarded it, swearing when he saw that several bits of shell had gotten into the bowl of eggs. He was about to grab a spoon to scoop them out, when he remembered that the pan was now hot and ready to use, so he quickly dashed to the stove and poured in some batter, sprinkling some chocolate chips on top before returning his attention to the eggs.

It took a good ten minutes before he thought he'd gotten all the shells out, so he then shook some salt and pepper in, making sure to get it nice and seasoned, just how Harry liked it. He must have used a bit too much pepper, though, because he sneezed several times before he was able to start scrambling them.

He sniffed, smelling something burning. Finally, he remembered about the pancake, and he quickly grabbed a spatula to flip it. He scraped and scraped, but he couldn't get it off. It had burned so badly that it had stuck to the pan. He picked the pan up by the handle with one hand and held it in front of himself so that he could get better leverage to scrape it with more gusto.

Just then, Harry awoke and automatically reached for Louis. He was disappointed, however, when his hands came up empty and the other side of the bed was cold. Harry thought this was odd, since Louis almost never got up first.

Harry got up and pulled on a t-shirt and sweats, when he noticed the smell of something burning, followed by a pained cry and a loud crash. Worried, Harry took off down the stairs, through the living room, and into the kitchen, running the whole way.

He entered the kitchen, panting, and his eyes widened when he took in the scene. A frying pan was smoking as it lay on the floor, surrounded by bits of pancake, and there was batter all over the countertop, spilling onto the floor. But, worst of all, though, was Louis, who was standing at the sink with his hand shoved under the running water, eyes screwed shut in pain.