SPACES [Editing]

Double Life

I'm back!!!
My writing's a bit rusty but I'm trying!!!!

I hope you guys don't hate me too much.

Here you go!

Louis Tomlinson

[FLASHBACK:

"Can you just get me an all-meat pizza? Please?" I asked Niall on the phone.

"Can't. They're closed for the day. Apparently they're short-staffed." He replied with the sound of horns beeping in the background.

"Hire taller staff members for them, then. I'm dying, Ni. We've only been eating vegetables and tasteless pasta for seventy five years. I hate him." I complained.

"That's why I've got no plans of coming over, mate. But I'll find you something. Promise." He hung up.

"This is your fault." I scowled at Harry.

"Darling, you said you'd let me take over the kitchen for one week. It's only been three days." He answered, eyes and hands focused on his flower arrangement.

"You said you wanted to practice cooking," I reminded him, sounding like a spoiled brat.

"I did, and now I'm good at it." He flashed that child-like dimpled smile again. No, Louis. You're supposed to be mad.

"You've only been cooking healthy food since you started! Look at me. I'm the color of broccoli."

"No, you look fine. Fine as hell, if I may. I'd probably be riding you now if you weren't complaining so much."  I wasn't thinking about sex at all, but he's doing this. Now I am.

"You wouldn't... Okay. Fine. I'll stop complaining. Maybe I like the smoothies. But like. It's just... Maybe you can let me take over?" I compromised with him.

"How about this: I'll cook whatever you want to eat." He responded.

"A burger, then. Like a quarter pounder. With tons of bacon. All kinds of cheese. With the grease and cheese just spilling out when you bite it. And a bit of that spicy barbecue sauce I made." God, I can just imagine how it's going to be.

"Except that."

"Come on! Okay how about this: You let me eat what I want, and then I'll fuck you poolside. In any way you want. We can do anything." I suggested.

"Lou, I know you're gonna wanna do that anyway. No matter what you have for dinner." He smirked. I hate him.

"No more kitchen time for you." I tried reaching out for the back of his apron to untie it.

"Undressing me now, Tommo? You're that horny?" He whispered, and that was enough to get me riled up.

"Okay that's it. I'm gonna fuck you outside." I tossed his apron aside.

"Niall's coming."

"He's gonna hear you from where he's parking he's car. He'll know." I kissed him, his hands already feeling me up.

"What if really does come in?" He asked when we came up for air.

"We're just gonna have to let him watch, then."