Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Fifteen

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I wake up to the sound of pots and pans falling and jump up, grab my phone and a pair of pants and pull them on quickly as I sprint towards the kitchen. "What are you doing?" I ask in complete and utter shock when I find Louis, covered in flour, fully concentrated on stirring the ingredients inside the bowl he's holding. "Making pancakes" He cheers, nearly dropping the bowl. "Right," I say, tapping my finger against my chin and walk around the kitchen.

"You do know how to make pancakes, right?" I ask, plopping down on the flour covered kitchen counter next to Louis. "Not particularly but I googled it!" he replies with a smile, seemingly very proud of himself. Louis taps his phone, probably reading what to do next and he goes for the eggs. He breaks four eggs into the bowl, swearing when a part of the shell ends up in there too. I chuckle and just watch as Louis tries to remove the piece of shell, hands completely covered in flour and eggs. I secretly take a few pictures of him because he just looks too adorable, who, I only now notice is only wearing pants and my apron. I swallow thickly as he walks over to the fridge and bends over, giving me a great view of his bum, again.

He hasn't looked up at me ever since I entered the kitchen, though I can see him looking at me from the corner of his eyes every now and then. Why won't he just full on look at me? I can see the tattoo on his chest as well as all the tattoo's on his right arm. It's the first time that I notice he also has tattoo's on his legs and I'm pleasantly surprised.

I ask Louis if he needs any help but he replies telling me he'll do just fine and I remove myself from the situation because the sight of Louis in underwear and an apron has got me a little hot and bothered. Before my body starts showing the excitement I go up to my bathroom and get ready for the day.

I have a quick shower and dress myself in denim shorts and my old white rolling stones t-shirt. I decide to let my hair air dry when I hear Louis call my name and I walk over to the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready!" he smiles and I try very hard not to laugh at his masterpiece because, well it doesn't look very appetizing, the oddly shaped pancake is just about cooked from what I can see and he's put a few random pieces of fruit on the side but it's the thought that counts and I hope it tastes nice.

I take a seat at the table and thank Louis as he sets the plate in front of me. "What's the occasion?" I ask and see him shrug, still only wearing my apron and his pants. "Just a thank you for letting me stay here and for cooking me dinner last night," he tells me as he cuts his pancake into pieces and places the first bit into his mouth. "It doesn't taste that bad," he says, emphasising 'that' and I decide to just dig in. He was right, it isn't horrible but he did use too much salt and I'd probably give it a 5 out of 10. I finish my plate out of politeness because I don't want Louis to feel bad.

"You didn't have to finish it if you didn't like it," he tells me. "It was alright, it was really sweet of you to make me breakfast" I smile and he tells me he knows he's a horrible cook and that might also be the reason to why he still lives at home because if he were to live on his own he would probably just live off of ramen and pizza. I find out that Ben can't cook either, Ha! Take that. Harry 1 – Ben 0.

I clean up the kitchen while Louis has a shower and afterwards I inform Louis that we are going somewhere. I don't fail to miss the little twinkle of excitement in his eyes and can't help but find it incredibly adorable. He helps me pack, not knowing where exactly we're going to, as Louis starts talking about his favourite TV shows.

We close the door behind us and get ready for our three-hour car journey just past 10 o'clock. Louis is constantly trying to get me to tell him where we're heading to but I refuse to tell him anything, curious to see how he'll respond. I'm feeling anxious but hope he'll like my little surprise.