WRONG NUMBER - LARRY AU

> forty-six <

by the stove, the two of them stand crammed together, harry cooped up in louis' arms while louis peppers kisses into his temple. he's still naked under his apron, harry's hand scratching calmly over his bare tailbone.

the burgers are sizzling in the frying pan over the humming of the kitchen fan, a meaty smell occupying the entire kitchen. louis, however, mostly feels the cologne harry must've bathed himself in before leaving manchester. it still tugs at his heartstrings a little, the fact that he'd bought the bottle louis had suggested for him. it's nice.

"you know," louis starts, swaying harry languidly in his grip, "i think this turned out pretty well."

"oh, do you?" murmurs harry over a smile, his head leaning onto louis' warm shoulder.

he hums in affirmation. "last night was..." laughter puffs out of him, "...a fucking spiritual experience." harry purrs into louis' shoulder, then eases back to gain eye contact. louis smiles and pecks his lips. "and your thing with the picnic rug?" harry blushes mildly. "that was adorable."

"i figured you deserved your movie moment," he explains, and louis lets out a little gasp.

"that was the goal of it?"

"yeah, did you not realise?"

"i actually didn't," louis croons and plays with the curls at the back of harry's neck. "was a bit caught up with thinking 'bout how pretty you were, i suppose."

he tightens his arms around harry's naked waist. he's got boxers on—he'd claimed he felt too exposed walking around stark-naked—but louis is just as pleased either way.

"d'you really think i am?" asks harry, reclining against him.

as louis senses the smell of something burning, he turns on his feet with harry attached to his side and fetches the spatula to flip the burgers in the pan. "think you're prettier than these burgers, i'll tell you that."

harry rips himself off of louis. "oh my god, sweetheart, they're so burnt, what have you done?" he fake-sobs, snatching the spatula from louis' hand as if he's gonna manage to save them. "did you burn them on purpose?"

"no, you distracted me," louis hums, unbothered. he steps sideways and hugs harry from behind, his chin resting on harry's shoulder.

while receiving kisses on his cheek, harry mutters grumpily under his breath, "you did it on purpose."

louis chuckles airily into harry's neck, kiss after kiss getting pressed unto the skin. "'s your fault anyway."

ten minutes pass and they've finished the meal by lathering the burnt steaks with burger sauce and stuffed the buns with lettuce, tomato slices, bacon and red onion.

"they aren't that bad," louis speaks with his mouth ful, chewing the first bite once they're sat opposed to each other at the kitchen table.

harry swallows a gulp of water. "babe, they taste like ashes."

"oi," louis barks, licking the sauce off his top lip, "don't insult the first meal your boyfriend's cooked you."

harry simply rolls his eyes.

he's got an arm lying free on the table, and, as louis is in the coziest mood of all time, he scoots forward on his chair and reaches for harry's hand, holding it while he eats. he feels harry eyeing him although he's watching his own plate, a tint of blush coating his cheeks unknowingly. (it's only their second day together. regardless of how intimate they've already been, louis can't help but feel a little shy.)

when he, after a few minutes, looks up to observe harry, the boy takes a big bite out of his burger.

"see? you're still eating," louis taunts him, then sips from his glass.

"out of pity, yeah," retorts harry with a smirk after swallowing it down.

then, louis' mischievous side comes to light, as he grasps what's left of harry's burger and takes a big bite from where he'd just been eating. harry gasps and goes, "louis! i'm so hungry, stop it!", laughing and reaching after it while louis chews and giggles amusedly.

"see?" he hands over the small piece of burger, still holding harry's hand on the other side of the table. "you did like it, you little liar."

harry laughs in the midst of digesting the last bite, gently squeezing louis' hand in his own. "fine, it tastes alright."

lunch passes quickly and, after they've neglected the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, the two of them crash on louis' well-worn, pneumatic couch. harry's tall limbs stretch over almost the entire length of the sofa with louis sprawled on top of him, their thighs gently entwined. he's not wearing the apron anymore, though. they've both put on joggers, although louis' pair are quite small and tight on harry. (louis don't mind at all. it brings out his curves.)

into harry's collarbone, in a gruff voice, louis murmurs, "appreciate you. y'know that, right?"

harry giggles in response, running his long fingers through the feathery hair at the back of louis' head. "you're so tactile," he mumbles when louis snuggles closer.

he's snaked both arms under harry's upper back, his thumbs drawing small circles onto the warmed-up skin. "god, i wanna fuck you again," he whispers, nibbling on harry's clavicle. the boy underneath him wriggles against him, laughing softly at the vulgar phrase. "how long were you planning on staying?" louis goes on, then kissing harry's neck.

"the whole weekend," replies harry, sniffing into louis' fringe just before his head jerks up, an open-mouthed smile on his face. "yeah?"

"please, do," louis pleads, kissing both of harry's cheeks.

harry giggles fruitily. "okay."

afterwards, louis is back to submerging his face into the side of harry's neck. "i have a question," he thrums then, and harry hums to encourage him to continue. "now that i've not only seen you, but also touched you naked," his tone morphs into a huskier one, "d'you think it'd be completely inappropriate if you were to show me your locker room porno?" fully taken aback, harry coughs up a laugh, playfully swatting louis' bicep with a clap. "no?" louis chuckles, "normal or fucked-up?"

"definitely fucked-up," harry concludes.

"fine. okay." after leaving the fifteenth kiss or semi-hickey on harry's jaw, louis grumbles, "you're not gonna continue fucking your friends, are you?" and harry simply continues chuckling. "if you were planning to, i'm forbidding you now." louis bites harry's shoulder gently. "you're only mine to fuck. only mine."

"is that your way of expressing you want us to be monogamous?" harry murmurs, louis humming encouragingly into his collarbone. harry tuts his tongue, then kisses louis' hair. "believe me, there's nobody i wanna fuck besides you."

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