Falling Again [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter Fourteen-Cake

I wake up early the next morning considerably better.

I take a deep breath, and it feels good.

"Hello?" I test my voice. Perfect.

"Harry? Are you awake?" I hear someone outside my door. Zayn.

"Yeah." I say as he opens my door in just his jeans.

"Cool. You sound better." He notes, walking over and checking himself out in my mirror.

"Get over yourself." I walk over an mess his hair up, laughing as he frantically tries to fix it.

"Not even funny." He glares at me.

"No one can see you here."

"I can. You boys can." He scowls, slapping my hand as I reach for his hair the second time. "I swear, I will kill you in your sleep."

"That's really uncalled for, Zayniekins." Louis smirks, walking into my room. "You feeling better, Haz?" He asks.

I nod, feeling to escalated at the fact that he used my old nickname again to even try my voice.

"But you can't talk?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I can." I say defensively as I cross my arms over my chest, slightly afraid he'll make me take more medicine.

"Glad the medicine worked." He chuckles, walking over and sitting down on my bed.

"I still hate you." I say, leaning against the wall, afraid to be too close to him.

"What's going on in here?" Liam asks as him and Niall walk into my room.

"It's a PARTY!" Niall cheers, jumping on my bed.

"I think this room is too small for all of us." I mutter, walking out of my own room, shaking my head with a chuckle as I head for the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Once my teeth are brushed, I head downstairs where I can hear the other boys making noise.

"Um.." I say, looking at the complete disaster area that was once the kitchen.

"We're baking!" Louis smiles, flour covering his face.

"How long was I in the washroom?" I ask, sure that I had only been a few minutes, not nearly long enough for this to happen.

"Why?" Niall asks, looking hurt.

"Did something explode in here?" I laugh, unable to hold it in anymore at the four boys who are covered in baking ingredients, as well as the kitchen around them.

"I told you guys this was a dumb idea." Liam groans, huffing out a burst of flour, then coughing.

"Aw, Lili, it's so much fun, though." Niall says, walking over and pressing his lips to Liam's.

"Ah! PDA!" Zayn shouts, covering his eyes.

"Sorry." Niall giggles, hiccuping.

"S'okay." Louis smiles at him, but he looks a bit sad.

"Should we try this again?" I ask, lifting up a bowl that looks like it may have at one point need the designated cake-batter bowl.

"Can I go shower first? This stuff is all stuck in my hair." Louis asks, shaking his head as flour flies around him.

"What about m-"

"No, Zayn, you always take forever!" Louis says, running past Zayn as he continues to shake his head, sending more flour all over Zayn before he runs up to the shower.

"Tomlinson, you're a horrible human being!"

"LOVE YOU!" Louis screams as the shower turns on.

"Well, should we clean this up?" Liam asks, grabbing the dishes.

"Have fun." I smirk as I walk into the living room.

"Niall! Zayn!" I hear Liam call as the two boys follow my lead, laughing.

"Aw, don't worry, babe, I still love you!" Niall shouts, and we all laugh harder.

"None of you deserve any cake."

"What cake? Did you find a cake in that mess?" I call, laughing.

"Shut up, Styles!" He snaps, chuckling.

"I'll beat you with a spoon!" I shout, shutting him up.

***

"You boys are loud." Louis says as he comes down from his shower, his hair still wet, although he's wearing his red chinos and striped shirt now.

"You could hear us over the rain?" I laugh, looking out at the pouring rain out the windows.

"I'm just glad that there's no thunder or lightening." He says, looking out the window.

"Yeah." Niall says as Liam walks into the room, sitting down on the couch with him, pulling Niall up to his side.

"Can we make a cake now?" Louis asks.

Let's go." I say, standing.

"YES!" He cheers as we head to the kitchen, which now looks normal. "Woah. Liam is a fast cleaner."

"Yeah." I look around as I grab a mixing bowl and start to get the ingredients.

"So, how do we do this?" Louis asks as he lines everything up on the counter in a neat line, staring intently at them.

I show him step by step for each ingredient, watching as he sings as he mixes, throwing his head back as he belts out his made up lyrics.

"Mixin' me up some cake!

And then we'll let it bake!

Man, it'll taste so yummy,

Right here in ma tummeeeeeeee!"

"That was amazing!" I chuckle, clapping my hands.

I take the bowl from him, pouring the batter into a pan, then placing it in the oven. He immediately runs over and sits in front of it, looking in the small window.

He's so cute.

"Louis, it won't start to rise for a whi-"

"SHH!" He waved his hands in my general direction.

"Louis, it's now a soufflé, it won't deflate, so I can ta-"

"SH!" He jumps up, clamping a hand over my mouth.

Oh.

My.

God.

He's touching my lips.

I quickly jerk away from his touch, my eyes wide.

"Harry? Are you alright?" He asks, the smile gone from his face.

"Um, yeah... Just gotta... Pee." I say, turning and running up the stairs.

Oh, god. What just happened?