Pretty in Plastic (l.s)

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Louis wakes up in a haze the next morning. He must've fallen asleep right after what happened. He blinks at the sun light seeping in, and turns his head to see Harry next him. The man's asleep, arm placed over Louis' middle, and light snores are drifting from his lips. Louis lifts the covers a little, and sees both of them are naked. Harry must've stripped down after everything.

"Morning." A voice mumbles in his ear, and he looks up again. Harry's eyes are still closed, but the snores are gone. "It's cold, Lou, put the cover down."

Louis listens, and Harry hums when the warm envelopes them again. He blinks one eye open, and catches Louis' stare. He smiles softly, but Louis keeps a stone face. "Why?"

"Hm?"

"Why did you do that?" Louis mumbles, and Harry knows he means the blowjob. The man stretches a little, and sits up. Louis stays laying down, not in the mood to move. "Harry, answer me. We agreed to keep things—"

"I don't like that agreement." Harry mumbles. "I don't like you going on dates with anyone other than me, not being able to kiss you, and I definitely don't like when you say you aren't mine."

Louis purses his lips at his words, and Harry runs a hand through his hair. The man turns to the doll, and his eyes show earnest, and fondness. "Would you still want to be my boyfriend, Lou?"

It takes a few seconds for Louis to process what he hears because he didn't think it'd happen. He opens his mouth to answer, but stops as he sits up. Now eye to eye, the doll leans into Harry with their shoulders touching. Harry holds his jaw gently, and Louis hums. "I do. I want to be your boyfriend."

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"So, you finally did it?" Gemma asks as they sit in the coffee shop. Harry sips from his mug, and hums at the taste and question.

"Yeah," he nods and looks at Louis with a smile, "I asked him."

Louis's away from the table, keeping an elderly woman company in the corner. He saw her sitting by herself, and the doll naturally went over to befriend her. Harry doesn't know what they're talking about, but both are smiling so it must be a lovely conversation.

"I still don't know how you two met again." Gemma's voice brings him back, and turns to look at her. She's staring expectantly at him, and Harry's palms begin to sweat.

"Gemma," he mumbles, "it just happened."

"Yeah, and pigs fly." She places her elbows on the table, and leans forward slightly. "Go on, tell big sis."

"Don't ever call yourself that. It's weird."

"Okay, lil' bro." Harry makes a fake wrenching sound, and opens his mouth as if he's going to puke. Gemma just laughs, and waves his nonsense off. "Tell me!"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"This isn't some fictional fantasy, Harry, come on. It's not like I'm asking about your sex life." Gemma leans back, and Harry takes another sip of his coffee. "How is it, by the way?"

Harry nearly chokes on his drink, and Gemma just giggles at him. Louis peaks over at the two, frowning when he sees Harry dabbing at his face with a napkin. "Now that is especially none of your concern."

"He just seems like a virgin."

"He is."

"Cute." Gemma coos, and Harry rolls his eyes. "Did you take it yet?"

"You sound like mom when I met Kala, and she was insistent on being celibate so Kala couldn't get pregnant." Harry cringes.

"She was right to say that, too. I don't want any nieces or nephews from that bitch." Harry covers his face in embarrassment as his sister gets a little too loud for his liking. "You aren't answering my question."

"I'm hoping you get the hint that I don't want to, and will not." They start bickering again, like always, and Harry doesn't pay attention to the little ball of sunshine watching him from across the shop.

"He's handsome." The elderly woman mumbles, and pats Louis' hand. "You've got a good one, dear."

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Louis watches Harry place the grocery bags on the kitchen counter, and grab different pots and pans. The doll sits at the table, leans on his elbow, and swings his feet because they don't touch the floor.

"What're you doing?" He asks, and Harry takes a one second pause to glance at him and smile.

"We never went on a date. I don't exactly have money to take you out right now since I just paid the rent," Harry turns the stove top on, "but I can cook you a delicious meal, light some candles, and we can have a date inside."

Louis smiles because he never thought a day like this would come fast enough. He bounces a little in his seat, like a child being told the dessert is ready, and Harry chuckles at his cuteness. "What're you making?"

"Chicken, mashed potatoes, and greens." Harry checks the time. "It's going to be a few hours, but it's early. If it goes right, it'll be done for dinner."

"Can I help?" Louis stands, and walks over to him. Harry finishes unbagging everything, and wraps an arm around Louis.

"You've never cooked before." He points out.

Louis pouts, and Harry coos before kissing him. "I can learn. Teach me."

"Alright, you can mash when the potatoes are ready. Everything else is knife work." Louis nods, and Harry runs a hand through his hair to massage his scalp. The doll giggles, and eases into it because it feels so nice.

So, Harry prepares the food, Louis mashes the potatoes and watches everything Harry does closely, and the pair cuddle up in the living room with their plates a few hours later. Candles are lit on the little coffee table, and the sweet aroma of flowers and vanilla fill the apartment. They're watching Louis' favorite show, the one with the lions in Africa, but Harry doesn't pay it any mind. He watches Louis chew on his piece of chicken, and the doll's eyes are wide with curiosity and excitement.

Louis looks at him, and Harry blushes a little because he's been caught. The doll just grins. "Hey."

Harry blinks, and smiles back. "Hey."

Fastest book I've ever written/ended (no this isnt the ending but soon) xx