Prompt: Don’t know if you’re still taking prompts I don’t know if you’re still writing but if you are taking prompts can you do one where Louis is walking down the stairs with a heavy box and falls on his bum and Harry catches the box and chuckles and helps Louis with the rest of their boxes because they are moving in together xx
A/N: I am still taking prompts. I just need a little time to catch up on them (there are exactly three in my inbox that I’ve been working on for two weeks. Release dates should be next week depending on when Ciara wants to publish. The other thing is I only choose prompts I like. I will start answering the ones I won’t fill. Some are too cliche or I can’t handle writing them. This was one of the ones I liked so….yeah. It’s getting written. The title was taken from Honey and the Bee~Owl City.
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”Louis. I can get that.” Harry called from the bottom of the stairs as he watched his boyfriend wobble to the edge of the stairs.
“I can do it” Louis scoffed, taking the first step.
*bang*
Harry rushed up the stairs; taking the box from Louis more to prevent it from squishing him. He lifted the box carefully off the older boy and set it down on the ground floor.
“You okay, Boo?” Harry crouched on the steps and quickly checked over Louis with his eyes.
“Fine” Louis groaned. “What’s in that thing?”
“Shouldn’t you know? You packed it” Harry said with a slight chuckle.
“Noooooooooo” Louis diverted his eyes from Harry’s.
“Who packed it, Lou” Harry said with an over-exaggerated sigh.
” IsortakindapaidAllyandLizzietodoitforme” Louis said quickly.
“You paid those two innocent little girls, your friend’s nieces, to pack for you?” Harry laughed as he pictured the twin girls running around Louis’s former flat in a storm of nine year old energy.
“Yes! Besides, Niall had them for the weekend while Greg was away and he said they could use the work.” Louis protested as Harry laughed harder and helped the older boy up.
“Did you at least pay them nicely?” Harry cast a amused look at Louis’s mock offensive look.
“I gave them each 13 pounds!” Louis followed Harry down the stairs as the younger boy scooped up the box easily.
“Well at least it was well earned.” Harry carried the box toward the living room where it was marked to go.
“Put it in the hall closet with the other empty ones.” Louis waved a hand toward the closet. “that’s the last box”
“Okay….” Harry paused. “Wait. Why would it go in the….”
Harry let a smile play across his face as he realized the box had no more weight that the cardboard it was made of.
“You’ve been played my dear, Harold” Harry’s eyes snapped toward the entrance to the flat; finding Niall leaning there with Liam and his two nieces.
“So I have” Harry chuckled and tossed the box in the closet. “How’d you know I wouldn’t notice the box was empty, Lou?”
“It’s Elementary, dear Styles!” Lizzie chirped; her blue eyes flitted to her sister.
“You love Uncle Louis” Ally giggled.
A frown caught on Lizzie’s lips as her sister failed to play along with her game.
“I do love Uncle Louis, Ally. And it goes a lot deeper than being Elementary, dear Lizzie” Harry grinned as Ally squealed in content while Lizzie made a face Harry could only describe as “intuitive”.
“Girls, there’s a nice little room upstairs that we’ve already painted a solid color….but I think it could use an artist’s touch” Louis said. “There’s paint and brushes up there for you”
Both girls wasted no time bolting upstairs; but Harry didn’t miss how Lizzie fell behind her sister. Ready to catch her should she fall on the steps.
“They’re so much like you Greg and Denise almost are considering letting you adopt them” Niall laughed.
“Like us?” Louis looked up from his tea; excitement brewing in his eyes.
“Yeah. Ally is Louis. Lizzie is Harry. Ally jumps forward….and Lizzie is always there to catch her and hold her to the ground” Liam smiled and rested his head on Niall’s.
“Yeah. I guess that is like us” Harry smiled over at his boyfriend.
Honey and the Bee. One grounded; the other free to fly but always coming back to the honey. It’s lifeblood.
