Six Years.

Chapter 33

A/N

Happy New Years! Lol Sorry for posting late, got a new job and hours are crazy.

But here is the new chapter!

Enjoy!!!

Love,

-Nessie😘💕🦄

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The air was breezy and felt incredible against Louis' cheek. He sighed happily as the cab rolled up to his flat and smiled at the driver

"Thanks mate." he gave him a couple notes, then climbed off grabbing his duffle bag and eyed the nice home. He couldn't help but smile wide as he walked up to the gate

"Oi! You never told me you were coming back so soon! I would have flown back to LA for ya!" he snorts hugging Preston back as the cab drives away

"It's fine, I came as a surprise. Well kind of, Harry knows I was coming back." Preston makes a face of realization and sighs

"Oh, no wonder he's been going crazy. Even went running in the morning." Louis smirks holding onto the bag tighter, that's my boy

"Yea, well he likes to exercise a lot Press, you know this." Preston shakes his head walking next to him towards the door, he crosses his arms over his chest looking completely serious

"Not this extra, Louis. He went jogging three times. Once at two in the morning, twice at three thirty, and then last one was at five. And he's been non stop cooking in there, cleaning too. He's been frantic since last night. So i'm guessing he's excited you're back home or he's finally gone insane." Louis furrows his brows and shakes his head trying not to overthink anything

"He never overdoes himself like this though. But i'll check it out, i'll talk to you later." he carefully opens the front door as Preston walks away. He closes his eyes to take in the sweet smell of home, but then the clattering in the kitchen startles him, and his bag falls to the floor

"Shit!" he smacked his lips shut as he closed the door and slowly walked towards the kitchen, "Where are you?!" his eyes trailed over to the left where he saw his husband leaning down to a cabinet and went through a few pots and pans

"Uh, Hazza?" the curly head suddenly straightened up, the pots clattering to the ground. His cheeks were flushed pink, blue shorts hung low on his hips, gray tights under. He wore a white athletic shirt that clearly showed his sweaty spots. Louis gulped when he saw his abs starting to show. His curls were pulled up into a bun, and the bright green trainers made Louis squint down at his feet

"Lou, hi. How are you love? Great? How was your flight?" he rounded up to him and bent to kiss his nose. Louis squinted up at him now and saw the dark circles under his eyes

"I'm good, flight was okay. But how are you? You look like you haven't slept a wink." Harry hums and walks back to the stove to swirl something in a pan

"I did, like two hours. But then I remembered you wanted me to run, which I did. And then I also thought you might be hungry after such a long flight, so i'm cooking." he smiles leaning against the fridge, one leg bouncing, "Had a few coffees too. Maybe even one of your red-bulls, but i'm fine." Louis would think his husband was manic with the way his leg bounced and his eye occasionally twitched, but he knew something must be eating him away

"I was hungry, but not for food." Harry's eyes sag and he frowns, lines forming on his forehead

"You don't want me anymore? I swear, i'm fine. I'm good to go, just let me finish the-"