A Little Mixed Up || l.s.

Twenty Two - Casual Dinner

"I think I should have gone with the yellow." Harry spoke softly, hands on his hips as he stood in the middle of the room, eyes looking around.

"Harry, if you called me over here to help unpack and put the room together just to have me take it all down so you can repaint, I'm going to tell mum." Gemma stated, hands against her own hips as she looked towards her brother.

"Hey! I really think that just because you're older doesn't mean you have to do anything I tell you to do." Harry stated.

"What the hell does that have to do with what I just said? That doesn't even make sense." Gemma spoke, making Harry glance back at her.

"It means everything." He stated. Gemma just shook her head with a small laugh. "Plus. Mum would know what to say to me. You're just criticizing me."

Gemma stepped closer to Harry, placing a hand down against his shoulder. "I think the purple looks amazing. Plus, yellow is such a bright colour. Don't need to give the baby hyper vibes."

"That's exactly what I said!" Harry exclaimed and then just grinned at Gemma. That seemed to be the deciding factor. If Gemma thought the same about the yellow then it must be true. He chose a great colour.

Gemma nodded. "Well if you said it, it has to be true. I mean, Harry. You're smart and all. Wouldn't be a director if you weren't."

Harry smiled sweetly. "Thats true."

"Yet... You didnt finish uni so I'm still smarter than you are since I at least have a degree."

"Gemma, get out of my house."

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"And that's why I think that there's no coincidences and that everything happens for a reason."

Louis stared at Harry for a solid minute in silence, looking down at his hands where he held a box of angel hair pasta and a box of fettuccine noodles in the other. Then he looked back up at Harry. "I.. I literally asked what kind of pasta you wanted."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Were you not listening? Angel hair."

Louis frowned for a moment before he just slowly turned around and set the fettuccine noodles down to the side and just opened the box of angel hair. He honestly doesn't understand Harry when he speaks. How he ever became a director with people actually listening and following his orders was beyond him. It baffles him.

What baffled him the most was when Harry sent him an email (yes, an email, even though he has his phone number and could have texted him without having to compose an email) to join him for dinner. Of course, he didnt expect dinner to consist of Harry not having a plan for dinner until he had to get to the kitchen and find something he could make. It was all worth it, though. He liked being with Harry. Even if this wasn't a date and just two lads hanging out... Ladding about and doing what lads do in a laddy way. He's so glad he didn't say any of that out loud.

"—then she said that she didnt want to get her hair dyed and I was like 'first of all your hair is dead already so there's no harm done' and then she got all pissed but I mean, I didnt lie." That's when Louis tuned back in and he was honestly not sure what Harry was talking about.

"Well, if her hair was dead already, I'm sure there's no harm done in dying it to make it look better." He spoke, hoping that he sounded like he was listening the whole time.

"Yes! Thank you!" Harry exclaimed, moving to walk over to the stove where Louis was. Then he just hopped up onto the counter and crossed his ankles. "Did you put the pink salt in the water before putting the noodles in?"

Louis looked up at him. "Was I supposed to?"

Harry sighed softly. "Louis. Putting salt in water makes it boil faster and makes the noodles cook better and get more tender and soft."

"Oh, no shit." Louis raised his eyebrows and looked down at the water that was bubbling up.

"Mhm. I mean, any salt will work, really. But I like the Himalayan pink salt because its supposedly better for you. And, to me, it tastes a lot better." Harry nodded, leaning down a bit to blow into the pot so the bubbles didnt overflow from the pot. Which happened to Louis before. He left to take a wee and when he got back he heard a lot of sizzling and thought that his kitchen was set on fire. But it wasn't and he just took the pot off and let the bubbles die down.

"Are you saying it tastes better just because its pink? Because I'm pretty sure that's racist." Louis commented, making Harry gasp and reach over to slap his arm.

"Dont say those things! I am not. You can get into trouble being racist and I promise you that I am not. Everyone deserves to be treated equally and fairly because we're all humans no matter the colour of our skin or the clothes on our backs." He scolded Louis before just shaking his head. "And yes, everything that's pink does taste good and thats not racist."

Louis could only laugh and just moved to open the container of pasta sauce, getting the smaller pot to pour that in. "Why dont you make yourself useful and make the garlic bread?"

"Useful? I am useful!" Harry exclaimed, hopping down from the countertop. "I'm not making it because you told me to, I'm making it because I want to."

"Sure, babe, sure."

Harry turned and stuck his tongue out at Louis' back where he couldn't see him and then just walked to the dining table where the bread and butter and garlic salt was. "And dont call me babe, either."

"Alright, Snuffleupagus."

"What the fuck."