Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Thirty Eight

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Over the course of the next couple of days, not a whole lot has changed between Louis and me after taking our relationship to the next level. We play a few board games, swim, try to get a tan and have some fun in my hot tub. It makes me quite sad to know we will be on a flight from LAX to Heathrow in less than twenty-four hours and it kind of feels like our lives will go back to 'normal' once we're back in London.

"So what's the schedule once we're back?" Louis asks and I inform him about a couple of meetings I have planned, the performance at the Jingle Bell Ball during the weekend and that I have been invited to go to a pretty exclusive party but haven't decided on whether or not I actually want to go. "What about you?" I take our plates from the kitchen island and carefully place them in the dishwasher. "Meetings, hopefully watching my boyfriend perform and I just look forward to spending time with Stan again" he hands me the cutlery, stands behind me and kisses my shoulder blade. "Famous boyfriend?" I tease, rinsing the cutlery in the meantime.

"Oh yes, massive pop star. You might have heard of him before, his name is Liam Payne" he laughs. "So what am I? Your mistress?" I place the last items in the dishwasher and turn it on before turning to face Louis. "You could call it that" he smirks and I just walk past him into the living room to tidy up a bit before we're leaving tomorrow. "But do you think I could watch you guys perform this weekend? Don't mind standing in the back of the crowd, though" he questions and walks after me around the room.

"I don't know. Maybe ask your boyfriend if he can fix you up?" I try my best to sound serious. "Harryyy!" he whines. "Yes master Tomlinson?" he probably didn't see my reaction coming because he becomes silent and just stares at me from across the room. Doesn't a mistress call the man she's helping cheat on his wife master? I'm slightly confused now.

"Please don't make me watch your performance on YouTube. I love to see you on stage, you're so wild and sexy" He strides over, pulling the pillows from my hands and wrapping his arms around my waist. "I will understand if it's not possible but can you please check?" he sticks out his bottom lip and I just want to kiss and bite it. "Go ask your boyfriend" I wink and try to turn around to continue cleaning up but his grip on me tightens after he turns me back to face him. "You are my boyfriend. I'm asking you!" he pouts. "I thought you said you were dating Liam?"

"Fuck Liam," he says "Let me rephrase that because I certainly do not want to fuck him. I think he's a great lad but he's got nothing on you" he quickly adds. "And he's not gay" I mutter. "You're the one that I want, the one that I want ooh ooh ooh, honey" he sings. "Grease? I need to be wooed, a simple lyric isn't enough" I cross my arms over my chest and cock my eyebrow. "Wooed?" he looks confused. "Yes wooed. Win me over. Show me how much you want me to be yours instead of Liam" I wink at him, removing his arms from my body so I can continue cleaning the house a little.

"And how do you reckon I should 'woo' you?" he asks using air quotes. "Buy me flowers and chocolate" I giggle and Louis reminds me he bought me cookies earlier. I inform him that I will take it easy on him and that he will be forgiven if he helps me bake a cake. "We're leaving tomorrow, I like cake but I won't be able to finish an entire cake in a day" he laughs but I tell him we can have a slice but that I always bake something the day of my departure or the day before for the people that clean my house. Even though it's not a downright mess it just feels nice to give them something to snack on if they take a break.

Not entirely voluntary Louis follows me to the kitchen and sits on the kitchen island, legs swinging back and forth while he stares at me as I collect all the ingredients and other items we will need. "What kind of cake did you have in mind chef Harry?" he grabs a bag of spelt flour I placed beside him and starts to read the back. "Probably just chocolate or vanilla. What do you say?" I'm not sure I have the ingredients to make something more special so this will have to do. "Chocolate, always chocolate" Louis chuckles.