Do You Remember?

        “Lou, do you love me?” Harry lied on top of the white bed sheet covered mattress, staring at the ceiling.  Even though he already knew the answer to the question before Louis could respond he enjoyed having it come from his boyfriend’s mouth.  It made him feel whole and complete.  Louis was on the other side of the room, putting his clean, fresh-scented laundry into his drawer, of course he wasn’t the one who washed the clothes because that was Harry’s job.  He put down his vans shirt that he was in the middle of folding (though it looked much rather like a balled up shirt) and walked towards the bed before giving a small leap, landing beside Harry.

        “Of course I love you.” replied Louis; he had one hand tucked under his head as he was lying to his side facing Harry.  Harry turned his body over to the side to meet Louis’ gaze.

        “Really?” Harry’s voice deepened still looking into Louis’ cyan eyes.       

        “Harry, I would die a thousand deaths for you.  I would go to hell and back just for you.  I would give everything away if it meant being with you.  You’re the only reason I live every day, cause’ every second, every heartbeat I take, it’s spent with you.” 

        Harry felt a smile come up but he tried to fight it off, of course he gave in and a smile spread out across his whole face that would light up the whole world.  “Why’d you ask…?” whispered Louis.  Harry reached out for Louis’ hand and entangled their fingers together.

        “I just wanted to hear you say it.” 

Louis rolled his eyes and let out a small chuckle,

“You made me pour my heart out and all because you wanted to hear me say that ‘I love you’, aren’t you something Mr. Styles?” he rolled out of bed while still holding Harry’s hand, “C’mon, let’s go eat breakfast cuz I’m starving.”

They made their way into the kitchen.  Already at the table was Niall who was already eating a stack of pancakes that had maple syrup all over them and Liam was standing over the stove frying up a couple of eggs.  Zayn was nowhere to be seen, but the boys knew that Zayn would usually sleep in at times and was one of the last ones to wake up.  Even though the boys all lived together, they each had their own individual room, including Harry and Louis but a few minutes ago they got their flat renovated and added two double rooms, one which was going to be Harry's and Louis' and an extra double room.  This tallied up to a total of seven bedrooms.  This came in handy at times because while Harry and Louis went on dates on weekends, the three lads would go to clubs and get wasted but with spare rooms, they were lucky enough to make it to any bed at the least.

        "Good morning you two, care for breakfast?" Liam offered.  Harry nodded and pulledthe seat next to Niall while Louis went to go make himself some tea. 

        "Niall, can I hav-"

        "NO!" he screamed.  Harry flinched and he jumped in his seat and his eyes grew huge, his fringe was now covering his eyes which caused Louis to let out a light giggle.  "I'm sorry, it's just that Liam promised me two days ago that he would be making me pancakes, technically I reserved it, and so this means that their mine." Niall continued with his mouth full of syrupy goodness. 

        "Awwwww is Harry all sad now?  Is Harry gonna cry like a baby?  Hahahaha no worries here have some scrambled eggs." Liam handed a porcelain plate filled with eggs and a side of toast and patted Harry's curls that were beautifully scattered on his head.  Harry looked up at Liam, sticking his tongue out at him before turning it into a sweet smile and took the plate from him.  Louis then pulled the seat across from him and sat himself with his mug of tea and also a plate with eggs and toast that Liam made.  A few minutes later Liam turned the flame a bit lower just in case Zayn would pop in and sat himself next to Louis with his own plate of breakfast.  They didn't waste another second and quickly went into eating.