pretty princess (slow updates)

chapter seven

author's note: daddy af ^^

That night was absolutely amazing. Louis and Harry fell cuddled in bed and watched animated movies all night, well until three in the morning. It was so nice to just relax and have some make out sessions here and there.

"Louuuuu," Harry whined pushing Louis' shoulder trying to wake him up. It was already noon and Harry hated sleeping in late, but Louis lived for it. "What?" Louis croaked, his drool sticking to the side of his mouth. It was very gross, but Harry thought it was kinda cute, seeing him all sleepy and everything. "I made pancakes!" Harry giggled and hopped out of bed then went racing to the kitchen where a huge stack of chocolate chip pancakes sat.

Harry made a plate for Louis, pouring a huge amount of syrup over the large stack of pancakes. Then, once he was done, he made him a plateful then went to go check back on his little lover.

"Ahh!" Harry screamed as he ran into Louis at the doorway. Harry had thought he was still sleeping, but he had decided to get up. Louis stumbled back, while Harry fell onto the ground, hitting his arse pretty hard. "I'm sorry, love." Louis chuckled helping the lad up, even though it was quite funny. "Thanks," Harry smiled and wiped his bare bum with his clean hands. He wasn't in the nude, no, he had on a crisp white button up which was pretty big, reaching just a little past his plump bum. "Cheeky, aren't we?" Louis smirked pinching Harry's ass as they walked into the kitchen. A yelp escaped Harry's lips causing Louis to let out a small giggle before looking down at his plate. "Damn. This is a shit ton of food!" He exasperated with wide eyes. Harry was a foodie, what can he say?

"Sorry, babe." Harry shrugged and sat down across from him while grabbing his fork. "Can't keep up?" Harry smirked and bit into a piece of the pancake.

It took them about twenty minutes to eat, but they never finished all the food. (I would've tbh)
They were now seated in the living room, watching some cooking show, both of them content with each other. "Louis?" Harry smiled innocently as they both sat together on the couch. "Hm?" Louis looked up from his cellphone with his piercing blue eyes that made Harry love him even more. "Maybe we can do something today.." He smirked lightly as he ran his fingers across Louis' crotch. He knew exactly what Harry wanted, but honestly he wasn't feeling it.

"Harry, no. I can't." Louis shook his head and focused back on his cellphone where he was texting his sister about her visiting home soon. Their mum was getting worse and worse by every drink she gulped down, and it worried them more than anything. "Oh, come on Daddy." Harry whispered in his ear, which turned him on, but it also kinda pissed off. "No! Harry, I said no." Louis snapped as he pushed the younger boy off of him and storming out the door. Damn.

"What the fuck?" Harry whispered to himself and slammed the door behind him. What the hell crawled up his ass?

Louis walked inside his apartment around three as Niall was napping on the couch because he accidentally fell asleep while watching a golf tournament. Louis slammed the door not realizing his friend was sleeping, but as soon as he did, he jumped awake. "I'm shot! I'm dying, I'm dead–Louis, you're home!" Niall smiled realizing he wasn't deceased. Such a weird one, that boy.

"Yeah," Louis huffed walking towards the kitchen and grabbing his pack of cigarettes that he only smokes when he's mad or stressed out. "That'll kill you, you know?" Niall asked with a raised eyebrow as he poured himself a glass of lemonade. He was always looking out for his friend, but Louis would do whatever he pleased, no stopping him. "Yes, I do." Louis sassily said and lit the deadly thing before taking a long drag. "Well, alrighty then." Niall rolled his eyes and walked back to the living room leaving Louis alone. "Fuck," He punched the countertop feeling like he had messed up with Harry, but he didn't. Everyone argues once in a while, friends, couples, family, everyone.

Louis smoked about five more cigarettes and then headed to bed because he just was too mentally drained to stay awake. What if he hates me now? He'll never want to see me again. Fuck, what did I do?

Harry sat in his bed, Dinah by his side as they watched some rom-com together, something so cliche but they enjoyed it. "He doesn't hate you." Dinah laughed after Harry told her what happened earlier. He had been worrying about it all day. "He just wasn't feeling up to it. I mean, he shouldn't of stormed out like that, but what can you do?" She laughed gripping Harry's hand to make sure he knew she was there for him, always. "I guess..." He muttered, chewing on his lower lip, but he was still so upset that Louis was mad at him. "I wish I never tried anything." Harry pouted, tears blurring his vision. He was so heartbroken that he upset Louis, but he just doesn't understand that people don't agree on everything. "Haz," Dinah sighed pulling him into her chest letting him lay his head on her shoulder. "I feel like I'm dying." Harry sobbed, he was being a bit drastic, but Louis has never really been upset with him before.

"You're not." Dinah reassured him then covered them with blankets and continued to comfort her poor, aching friend.

Harry had woken up with two voicemails, one from his work and the other from Louis. Which one do you think he listened to first? Louis' obviously. Priorities man. "Hi Harry. I'm sorry about yesterday, I was kind of a dick. I know you just wanted to have fun, and I should've told you no a different way. I'm sorry for upsetting you.. Please call me back." He sounded awful like he killed a man, when really he only yelled at Harry, but it was almost the same to him. Now Harry felt upset for being so mad at Louis, but it was a big deal to him, he doesn't like being yelled at, especially by Louis.

He let out a sigh in frustration then decided to call him back, it was the right thing to do, which was hard truthfully. He'd rather ignore him for another week, but he couldn't go that long without seeing him if he was being honest with himself.

After a couple rings from the other line, Louis finally picked up. "Hello?" Harry's breath caught in his throat at the sound of his raspy, smooth voice. It was like hell and heaven at the same time; dark and beautiful. "Uh, hi." He managed to say before Louis hung up on him.

"Harry! Hi." Louis' tone increased one hundred percent after he heard him. He was so happy he called. He was beginning to worry that he was really pissed at him, but Harry could never be mad at him for too long. It was pretty much impossible to stay mad at Louis. "Hi." He repeated not knowing what to say. Was he supposed to apologize? Maybe argue? He had no clue. "Are you mad at me?" Harry blurted as he chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes squeezed shut. He was honestly terrified for Louis' answer. "What? No." Louis made a funny facial expression as he replied, but Harry wasn't believing it. He knew Louis was upset.

"Yes you are, Lou." He let out a sigh shaking his head and running a hand through his long, tangled hair. He really needed a shower and soon. "No. Well, I was, but not anymore." He finally was honest with him. He was aggravated yesterday, but he's totally over it now. "Okay.." Harry was still unsure because he really did seem like he was mad at him.

Louis sighed and closed his eyes in frustration because he didn't know what to do. "Harry, come over."