pretty please (with sugar on top) - larry stylinson

14

"Shit. Sorry, sorry. Go back to sleep, love. I'll be back in a few hours."

"No, it's okay," Harry mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes sleepily, the white sheets falling down around his t-shirt clad torso. The alarm turned off when the alpha tapped his phone screen, effectively silencing it.

It was half past six and the sun was just beginning to rise, slipping in through the partially closed curtains in a glowing golden hue. When his vision focused, he took in the sight of Louis buckling his belt and then straightening out his tie. He was already dressed for work but if his morning routine would be anything like yesterday's, he would lounge at the dining table for half an hour, drinking a cup of tea. Which meant there would be enough time for what Harry wanted to do.

"Let me make you breakfast."

Louis' mouth dropped open in surprise. As if no one, omega or otherwise, had offered to make him breakfast before. "No, love, it's okay, go back to sleep. You're on vacation, you're supposed to sleep in."

"I don't mind," he insisted, and he was already stumbling out of bed, bare feet hitting the smooth wood floor. "I'm hungry now too." That was a lie but he really wanted to do this for Louis, he wanted to make him a breakfast so good it left him thinking about it for weeks afterwards. If the alpha wouldn't accept anything else from him, he would accept this. Didn't they always say food was the way to the heart?

"You seriously don't have to," Louis was saying, in the process of rolling up his sleeves for a more casual look. Harry stared, speechless at how good his biceps looked. He was so hot, it was unbearable. Harry had to cook him breakfast.

"What do you like in an omelette? Cheese? Sausage? Green peppers?"

"You're gonna be the death of me."

Harry giggled, fleeing down the hallway before Louis could convince him to go back to sleep. The king-sized bed was so soft and fluffy and it smelled like alpha, but Harry would rather go downstairs and spend time with the alpha the scent belonged to.

Finding everything he needed to cook omelettes was easy, because he had already explored the kitchen yesterday, so for the most part he knew the hiding spots of everything he needed. Louis joined him in a few minutes and helped him by cutting up some vegetables to add to the frying pan, despite Harry insisting he relax at the table with his tea.

"I'm not helpless, you know. I know how to cook."

"I know you do," Harry agreed, trying not to smile at the way Louis hovered over him like he was reluctant to let him do all the work. "I like to make omelettes, is all. Will you make me some coffee, if you're so determined to help out?"

"Yes. I can do that."

They sat across from each other when the food was ready, after Louis had opened the windows. They got to listen to the ocean sounds as they ate their breakfast together. It was early in the morning and Harry wasn't used to waking up so soon, but it was worth it for the sake of spending more time with Louis.

They were mostly quiet, not the most talkative people in the morning, and the easy silence settled over them, feeling pleasant and calm. Louis worked on a difficult sudoku puzzle, twirling a pencil in his hand in between sips of tea. Harry occasionally pointed out a number to place in the correct box.

Eventually they shifted their chairs closer until they could work on the puzzle together without having to crane their necks or read numbers upside down. This meant they were sitting so close to each other, their shoulders brushed together at times, and so did their legs, causing a pink blush to heat on Harry's cheeks. It was just a meaningless, innocent touch, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through him at the alpha's proximity.

"Are you going to go back to sleep after this?"

"Maybe," Harry laughed, shrugging his shoulders and grinning at the look Louis gave him. He felt a bubble of pride inside at the thought of making Louis breakfast, and him enjoying it, and then wanting to make sure Harry got enough sleep when it was all said and done.

They finished up their meal, and even though Harry insisted on washing the dishes, Louis met him at the sink.

"I'll be back by noon, and then we'll have the rest of the day. We can do something fun together, if you want."

Harry nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear and gazing at Louis sincerely. "I'd love that."

"Perfect. Now get some sleep, okay?"

Before he could respond, Louis cupped the back of his head with one hand and coaxed him down to his height. Harry went easily, not the most obedient omega but pliant, apparently, for Louis. The alpha pressed a kiss to his forehead, just like yesterday, soft and sweet and over just as soon as it began.

Harry's knees went wobbly, the traitors, and he stared at Louis with starry eyes.

"Should I walk you upstairs to make sure you're going back to bed?"

"No, it's- I... Louis-"

He rubbed his shoulder, warmth seeping from his fingers, before turning away and walking toward the door. "See you later."

"See you," Harry echoed, confused yet aglow, every emotion rising to the surface. His scent thickened and he wondered if Louis allowed himself the indulgence of inhaling it on the way out.

The door closed and he would never know.