flower crowns // l.s.

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didn't proof read + unedited. enjoy (-:

Harry's grandmother was very traditional and didn't even think much about it as she had shown Louis his bedroom that night. It wasn't like Harry expected to sleep with him anyway. Louis just found it amusing that he had to sneak out of his room to kiss his boyfriend goodnight before tiptoeing back into it.

They both slept late, exhausted for some unknown reason, and surprisingly, Louis was up before Harry was. His grandmother and Louis were chatting with mugs of tea in their hands while sitting in the kitchen, and Harry really wished he would have had a camera when he walked in to that picture. It was beyond lovely seeing Louis getting along with his Gran; she meant the world to him, and for them to be chatting and sipping tea and laughing like they'd known each other for so much longer made him feel so bubbly.

He had grabbed a mug and poured his tea without them realizing, and now, he wonders if he should interrupt their conversation or just longer back. He decided to interrupt it because he didn't want to be left out.

He walked to the counter and grinned as he sipped his tea, waiting for them to turn their heads and acknowledge them, but when that didn't happen, he couldn't help but pout. He stepped only a tiny bit closer to Louis and kissed his cheek.

"Morning," he grumbled, but when turning to his Gran and kissing her cheek, he smiled and spoke much cheerfully.

"Harry! Didn't hear you come in. Have some tea, will you? Louis made it." She looked down to his hands and put her hand to her forehead. "I didn't even notice."

Harry grinned and shrugged. "What were you guys talking about?"

Louis hopped up and kissed Harry on his temple. "Good morning," he spoke, then quickly sat down. Harry blushed. "We were discussing tattoos and how your Grandmother wants one."

"Oh, please. Call me Edith."

Harry wished he hadn't have taken a large gulp of his tea when Louis said that. He choked and banged on his chest, somehow scarred. "Gran!"

"What? You've got a few. Let me be wild for a change!" She argued.

He was wide-eyed in disbelief and looked down at his tattoos. He was at a loss for words, really. "They hurt. Are you—Is that safe?" He turned to Louis.

Louis smiled a shy smile. Harry stared, and, with thought, assumed Louis really liked being asked about tattoos. "It is safe, yeah. You're in great health, if I may say so myself. As long as you take care of it while it's healing, then it'll be perfectly fine."

Harry crinkled his nose and shoved his shoulder. "Way to help me out."

Louis threw his hands up. "Hey! Just being honest."

Harry sipped his tea and went over to the food his Gran whipped up. Pancakes and bacon. His grandmother's pancakes were the most heavenly thing anyone could possibly eat. He made sure to get two of each, and made sure to pour on a lot of syrup. They continued their talk about how safe it was for her, and as Harry sat down at the bar with them, he realized just how serious his Gran was being.

"What would you even get?"

"Maybe something of you and Gemma," she said.

Harry hunched his shoulders, a little defeated. It was so sweet of her to want that. After eating a little bit of his pancakes, he sighed and scratched his head. "Like what?"

His Gran suddenly clapped and got out of her seat with a grin on her face. She walked to Harry and wrapped an arm around hhis shoulders. "Oh, I'm glad you're on board!"