Eccedentesiast || Larry

20. Worrisome

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Harry gawks at the sight before him; Louis' and Zayn's apartment. He expected it to be bigger than it actually is, for Louis and Zayn must have hundreds of millions of dollars between the two of them. But, nonetheless, the space they share is vast, yet quaint at the same time. The kitchen is just a galley way, the living room just has an L couch and a television, with a bookshelf in the corner, along with some other random decorations. The hallway that leads to their bedrooms is short, with only two bedrooms and two baths—one connected to Louis' room, much like Harry's, and one on the opposite side of the hall.

It's quite nice how the apartment is so expensive yet still so small.

"You like it?" Louis asks. Harry spins around, removing his eyes from the couches and walking over to where Louis stands by the door.

"I love it."

And then their lips are moulding together in a soft kiss. All too soon, Harry is pulling away. Louis chases after his lips but Harry just takes a small step back.

"Patience, young grasshopper."

Louis scrunches up his nose. "You've just ruined it."

"Ruined what?" Harry innocently asks, tilting his head to the side.

"It," Louis responds, flicking his eyes downwards toward his crotch. Harry still doesn't get it, so Louis just rolls his eyes fondly and motions for Harry to follow him into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry yet?" Louis inquires, crossing his arms over his chest.

Harry nods, and as if on queue, his stomach grumbles loud enough for Louis to hear. Harry blushes while Louis laughs lightly.

"Then I guess I'll get to work!" Louis chirps, clapping his hands together and turning toward the cabinets.

Harry stands there, not knowing what to do right now as Louis turns on the oven and 'gets to work'. Do I help him? Harry wonders, peering over Louis' shoulder just a bit.

"Do you- do you need any help?"

Louis doesn't respond; just shakes his head 'no' and starts to take out chicken- oh, chicken.

"Uh, Lou?" Harry asks, causing Louis to turn around, eyebrows raised and knife in hand.

Harry trips over the words he wants to say; I'm a vegetarian, remember? but he doesn't say them. After this, he assures himself, no more meat. "Never mind."

Louis smiles at him and returns to the food.

Harry decides to do something, and he makes this decision in about five seconds—why don't I hop up on the counter and watch him cook? So he does. Well, he tries. He's not really sure where to sit, because Louis needs the counter space to the left of the stove, and he doesn't know if he also needs the space to the right, so he just kind of hops up and hopes it's alright.

Louis is startled again by Harry's sudden presence, reeling back and almost dropping his knife. Harry yelps, too, because Louis surprised him with his sudden movements. Louis puts a hand on Harry's shoulder to calm them both.

"Jesus, H."

"Sorry," Harry mutters.

Louis mumbles, "it's alright."

So Harry sits there on the counter, watching with curiosity as Louis puts the chicken into the pan.

Louis gasps in sudden realization. "You're a vegetarian! Oh my god, I'm so stupid, now what? Fuck, I'm really sorry."

Harry scoots closer, nearing the hot oven, but he pays no mind to that. Instead, he focuses on tugging Louis over and away from the stove, nervously and awkwardly pulling Louis into his arms. Louis' breathing is erratic and heavy.

"Hey, it's alright, okay? This will be the last meat I ever eat," Harry reassures, cupping Louis' face in his big, warm hands.

Louis smirks at Harry's unintended sexual innuendo.

"Do you promise it's not a big deal?" Louis asks, putting his hands over Harry's.

"I promise," Harry responds, leaning in so that their foreheads are pressed together and their lips are brushing together in a soft, feathery kiss.

Eventually the chicken is done and Louis pulls ham from out of the fridge, but it looks a bit different. "What's that?"

"Parma ham," Louis replies, taking out thin slices and wrapping it around the chicken breasts. And then he's cutting out a hole in the chicken and stuffing mozzarella into it.

Louis puts it all into the oven and then turns on a stove burner, filling a pot up with water, butter, and garlic salt. Harry watches on, dangling his feet and twiddling his thumbs. He even dips his finger in the 'homemade mash' Louis has prepared, earning a glare from him and a swat at his hand.

Harry is all about seducing Louis tonight, apparently, because he hollows out his cheeks when he sucks the mash off of his finger, holding it there for longer than necessary. Louis has to physically pull Harry's hands away from his mouth.

"Stop that..." Louis shutters, taking the pot off of the burner and moving it to one that's off.

"Hmm?" Harry hums, purposefully biting his lip. Louis ignores him.

The rest of the night goes smoothly after that; they enjoy their chicken stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parma ham, with a side of homemade mash. They make out on the couch for a few minutes and, once again, Louis is the first to end the kiss. Harry shouldn't be surprised, because Louis is always the first to stop, but it still upsets him nonetheless.

Louis drives Harry home in silence. And when he gets out of the car, Louis doesn't even say goodbye, just nods once and reverses out of the driveway.

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(lol sorry fluffy chapters are over after this.

i mean there will be more fluff but shit is about to go down soon and when i say down i mean drama not blowjobs ((yet))

updating super early in the morning too bc i'm going to a football game after school and no wifi. you're welcome??

annnnnd, do you guys like my new account layout? @darlingtomlinson did it. i love it tbh.

predictions?)