Larry Fluff

The equivalence of a mess+anger

Louis obviously wasn't the best cook. When he tried to make a pancake once, not only was it a very odd shape but when he was going to eat it he didn't cook it right. Today as he tried to bake a cake he had somehow managed to get flour everywhere, all the dishes were used, and he himself was disheveled with food. Just as he finished putting the cake into the preheated oven Harry walked into the kitchen.

"Louis what'd you do?" Harry exclaimed angrily. Louis jumped and turned toward Harry. He knew Harry wouldn't usually blow up on him like this but Harry came back from his job furious.

"I don't know, I was just trying to bake a cake." Louis whispered. He absolutely hated when people shouted at him.

"Well look how that turned out! And now I have to clean this mess because you can never seem to clean!" Harry shouted. Louis' eyes watered and he looked down to the ground, trying to hold in his tears.

"I'll clean it this time." Louis said letting a tear fall.

"No I'll do it! You'd probably make it worse like you do everything else!" Harry yelled. Louis' eyes widened and turns the oven off before running out of the kitchen.

He ran to his and Harry's room and locked the door behind him. He threw himself to the bed and buried his head in a pillow. There he cried and he cried until no more tears came out. What Harry said really did hurt him.  Although tears didn't leave his eyes sobs escaped his mouth. When Louis was done sobbing he looked at the clock that was on the nightstand  and he saw about an hour had passed since he locked himself in the room.

"Louis?" Harry said softly after knocking on the door. "Can you open the door?" Louis stayed quiet but sat up on the bed. "I guess I deserve the silence. I'm sorry though. I didn't mean to yell at you, I just had a really bad day at work today. You don't make anything worse, you actually make it better. You're the sunshine in my life, you're the reason I'm usually happy. You're the best person to me. I shouldn't have taken out my anger on you. I'm sorry baby. I hope you can forgive me. Will you?"

Louis got off the bed slowly and walked towards the door. He unlocked the door and opened it just enough for Harry to only see his face. "Will you not yell at me again?" Louis asks timidly.

"I swear I won't. I'm an ass. I deserve to be yelled at." Harry replies his expression showing guilt.

"Rather than keeping your anger inside will you talk to me about it? Maybe I'll be able to help you." Louis says.

"Of course, yeah."

"One more question."

"What?" Harry asks.

"Can you bake me a cake? I already know mine came out awful. The batter was most likely messed up and I didn't even finish baking it." Louis asked. Harry lets out a chuckle and lets a small smile make its way onto his lips.

"Of course anything for you!" Harry says. Louis opens the door completely and hugs Harry. Harry embraces him back and sighs. "I'm sorry I made you cry love. Oh God, I hate myself so much at the moment."

"It's alright, what happened is behind us. We're okay, everything's okay." Louis says lifting his head and kissing Harry's chin. "Now let's go bake that cake!"

"You mean only me, right?" Harry asks.

"Of course."

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Turns out Harry hadn't cleaned the mess so when Harry was baking an even bigger was made because they may or may not have started a flour fight. "Give up!" Louis exclaimed from one side of the kitchen the bag of flour in his hands, "You don't have any flour!"

"I shall never give up!" Harry made a run for it in attempt of taking the flour. But before he could Louis threw the remaining flour at him. The small boy burst out laughing because they were both completely covered in flour. Harry fondly looked at him a smile on his face. "You're so beautiful."

Louis stopped laughing and blushed, looking at the ground. "You are too."

"You're way more beautiful than me, than everyone else in the world. I love you and I am so sorry for what I did earlier." Harry said. Louis smiled and pecked his lips.

"I love you too and I already told you it's fine."