Larry One-Shots and Sickfics

Late Night Dessert (one-shot)

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Harry and Louis sat cuddled on their couch while they watched mindless television. They'd had a long day in the studio and were glad to have a quiet evening to themselves.

"I want dessert. Something sweet to snack on," Harry said with his head resting on Louis's shoulder. "I don't feel like going out for something, though. I just want to stay home with you." His eyes remained on the TV, but he curled up closer to Louis's body.

Louis placed a kiss to the top of Harry's head. "We don't need to go out. We can make something here," he suggested.

"Hmm, I'm too tired to get up and make anything," Harry responded with a shrug, but then sighed. "I really want something, though."

"I'll go make something, then," Louis said, giving Harry's thigh a couple of pats before shifting on the couch to get up. Harry stopped him, though, pulling away from Louis's side and twisting to face him.

"No, you don't have to do that, babe. I can just make something. It's okay."

"No, no, it's fine. I can whip something up," Louis assured.

Harry shook his head and placed a hand on Louis's shoulder. "It's really okay. We don't need anything. I'm fine, really. Let's just watch some more telly," he suggested in an attempt to dissuade Louis's from making anything in the kitchen.

"But I want to. Seriously," Louis said with a smile, taking Harry's hand from his shoulder and kissing his knuckles.

Harry gazed into Louis's eyes and saw the excitement and determination in them. He suppressed a sigh. He didn't want to keep him from doing something he wanted to do, but he also didn't really want him messing about in the kitchen. There was a big chance that he'd hurt himself, burn something, or break something, but from experience, Harry'd bank on all three and he'd rather prevent any mishaps tonight.

"There may still be a box of cake mix in the pantry. That'd be easy enough to make, and I could really go for some cake right about now," Harry said convincingly, trying to get Louis to take the easy route and do something he could (maybe) actually pull off without too much of a hitch.

Louis shook his head as a grin spread across his face. "No, I've got something better in mind. Just you wait, curly!" With a final pat to Harry's thigh, he was off, jogging into the kitchen.

Harry let out the breath he'd didn't realize he'd been holding and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. All he could do was hope that Louis didn't burn the place down.

Settling back on the sofa, he turned the volume down on the TV so he could at least hear what was going on in the kitchen. He knew if he tried to go in there, Louis would just shoo him away. Whenever he gets in these exited moods, he wants to be left on his own in order to surprise Harry, but Harry doubted Louis knew how much his little surprises stressed him out. All Harry could do was wait and hope it'd turn out okay, always on edge that something bad would happen when Louis was left in the kitchen alone.

Harry remembered the last time Louis wanted to surprise Harry. He'd ended up not only burning the food but also catching the oven mitt on fire and somehow getting a nasty cut on his hand. After they'd managed to put out the small fire, they'd spent their entire evening in the emergency room as he got his hand all stitched up. It was an experience that Harry hoped to never have to live again.

Laying his head back on the back of the sofa, Harry tapped his fingers on the armrest, unable to relax as he listened to every little sound he heard coming from the kitchen, trying to figure out what was going on and debating whether or not he needed to run in there to the rescue.

He heard what sounded like the fridge open a couple of times and also the sound of dishes clinking together. When he heard the microwave running, he strained his ears, just waiting for something to explode. To his surprise, nothing did, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on and it was driving him crazy.

He heard the silverware drawer being opened and closed, some random shuffling around, and the sounds of Louis humming to himself, which Harry figured was good. At least he hadn't seemed to hurt himself yet, and hopefully he wouldn't this time around.

Harry sat up when he head footsteps approaching and saw Louis walking towards him with two bowls in his hands. He took a seat on the sofa beside Harry, careful to not spill the contents of the bowls.

"Ta da!" Louis said happily, his smile wide as he handed Harry one of the bowls. Harry took it and looked inside. Harry's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.

"Melted ice cream?" he said in confusion as he looked up to meet Louis's gaze. "You microwaved some ice cream?"

Louis put a hand to his chest to feign offense. "Melted ice cream? Seriously? This is waay better than just 'melted ice cream', Haz! Try it!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at him, but took his spoon and scooped up a bite, placing it in his mouth. He took a moment to really take in the taste to see what it was he seemed to be missing.

"Um...okay. You took vanilla ice cream and some chocolate syrup and melted it together. Right?" he asked hesitantly, not wanting to offend Louis on his hard work.

Louis sighed. "Yeah, yeah, but it's not melted ice cream, Harold! It's ice cream soup! Duh!" Louis said brightly, crinkles forming at the edges of his eyes.

Harry wasn't really sure that that made any difference, but he decided to just go with it, for Louis's sake. "Oh, yeah...of course. Ice cream soup!" He tried to sound excited, but he wasn't sure if it was convincing or not.

"Oh, come on, Harry! You've never had ice cream soup before?" he asked and Harry shook his head. "Me and my sisters used to make it all the time. It's way better than just drizzling chocolate on the ice cream. Once you get it just perfectly melted and stir it...it's great. You don't melt it completely because then it'd just be liquid. You only do it enough to mix it all together, but it's still creamy. Like this!" he said, dipping his spoon in his bowl and scooping up some ice cream and letting it fall back into the bowl to show its consistency. "Like it?" he asked, eyes sparkling as he waited for his answer.

Harry took another bite to fully appreciate the "soup" and nodded his head in affirmation. "Yeah, boo. It's really good," he said honestly. "So, you and your sisters used to make this?" he asked as he took another bite.

Louis nodded as he swallowed a mouthful of the dessert. "Yeah. None of us really knew how to do anything else and Mum didn't trust us with the oven, so, yeah. This became our signature dish!"

Harry chuckled. "I think your mother is very wise," he said cheekily.

"Hey!" Louis said, giving Harry a playful shove. There was a pause before Louis spoke again, his tone serious. "So, you really do like it? Like, you're not just saying that, right?"

"Yes, Louis. I love it. It's really, really good," he answered, leaning over and placing a kiss to Louis's cheek. "Plus, you didn't catch anything on fire, so it's a win-win!" he said with a smirk.

"Hey!" Louis said, but he couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his face.

The two boys finished their ice cream and placed the bowls on the coffee table before cuddling up on the couch again.

"Hey, Harry?" Louis asked once they'd gotten settled in front of the telly.

"Yeah, love?"

"Do you think next time we could add some crushed up Oreo's to the ice cream soup?"

"Sure. As long as you let me do the crushing. We don't need to spend another night in the ER."

"Hey!" Louis said, poking Harry in the side, causing him to squirm.

"You remember what happened last time..." Harry said, knowing he didn't need to finish that thought.

Louis sighed. "Yeah." There was a pause. "Okay. Deal," he said, squeezing Harry even tighter to himself and placing a kiss to the top of his head. 

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