For Your Eyes Only,I'll Show You My Heart. [L.S]

Chapter 4

WARNING: STORY CONTAINS MENTIONING ABOUT SUICIDE AND SELF HARM. PLEASE SKIP IF YOU GET TRIGGERS EASILY.

Louis' pov

Louis got up at 1pm. He found himself laying on Harry's chest. He looked up at Harry,who was sleeping peacefully. He stared at him for awhile. Trying not to be creepy. He look at his face,peacefully sleeping. Admiring his soft brown hair.

He snapped out of his thoughts and walked to his room to get his towel. He took a shower and came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. His V line visible. He walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He turned around facing the living room,to notice Harry waking up. HE stretched and spotted Louis in the kitchen,towel wrapped around his waist.

No one's pov

Harry wakes up from his slumber. He spots Louis with a towel wrapped around his waist. Drinking water from the bottled water in his hand. He rubs his eyes trying to stay awake from his slumber.

"How was your nap?"

"Good. How was yours? You fell asleep on my shoulder. Looks like you were comfortable."

"I was too tired alright. I didn't get much sleep last night." Louis said ignoring the fact that Harry said that he fell asleep on his shoulder.

"Alright. Well,you might want to put some clothes on. I'm gonna take a shower."

Louis looks down remembering he only had a towel wrapped around his waist. Louis walks to his room. He changes into a plain white tee and a pair of sweats. He walked back into the living room. Phone in hand,placing his bottled water on the coffee table,scrolling throught his Instagram.

Harry gets out of the shower and changed into some sweats. With no shirt on,he walks into the kitchen to get something to eat. "What do you want for lunch?"

"Whatever you're having."

"Well,get your ass over here and help me."

"Do it yourself."

"Then you make your own lunch."

"Alrighty,chill out." Louis walks into the kitchen standing next to Harry that was grabbing some eggs,ham,cheese and a loaf of bread. He grabs milk and butter from the fridge for the eggs.

"Break 4 eggs into the bowl and I'll add the milk."

Louis cracks four eggs into the bowl and Harry pours the milk into it. "Whisk it." Harry says,putting the milk back into the fridge. Louis whisks the eggs and Harry heats up the pan with some butter.

Harry pours the eggs into the pan and gets a wooden spoon to scramble it. 1 minute later he adds some salt and pepper after the eggs are done.

"Get a pan and heat it up to medium low heat,pour some oil into it and fry the ham" Harry instructs Louis. Louis then did as told.

After they were done cooking lunch,Harry puts the bread in the toaster. He gets the toasts out and puts cheese and ham on both of their toasts and portioning out the eggs on both their plates.

"This is good,hazza. When did you learn how to cook eggs this good?"

"Ever since I was about 17. I cooked for myself ever since my parents passed."

Louis didn't know what to say. He was shocked,sad and feel bad for Harry,because of hard it must be for him. Louis didn't knew what he was going to say. This just came out of his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Harry."

"No,it's okay. It's been years..I got over it 2 years ago. I'm fine now,really."Harry smiles at him. Trying not to think of what happened.