Giallo!; larry stylinson [completed] (bottom!louis)

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Songs:
Fleetwood Mac - As Long As You Follow
She & Him - Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me
Happy reading !

Days later, the sun is still as hot as ever. It beams down on the Tomlinson property. Around the afternoon, Louis' parents have gone into the market, leaving him in charge of his younger sister. As Louis carefully adds sprinkles to his fresh red velvet cupcakes, his sister walks in, slamming the door open.

Louis fumbles, knocking the entire bowl of sprinkles on the ground. He flinches as it clatters to the ground and the rainbow bits scatter across the kitchen tiles. "Oh, no."

His sister stifles a laugh. "I'm going to a party tonight, and I'll need you to cover for me." She demands lightly, snatching a cupcake from the tray. "I'll also need you to drop me off and pick me up."

"Y-You're sneaking out?" Louis stammers, looking down at his white apron. It was only white because of the huge mess of flour, his apron was supposed to be pink. "You shouldn't do that."

His sister walks around the kitchen island, cuddling Louis close. "Please! Just after mother and father fall asleep." She cradles his head. "That really cute market boy invited me!"

"The one with the oranges?" Louis questions, vaguely remembering his sister coming home with a small basket of oranges after taking her bike into the city. "And the plums and peaches?"

"Yes!" His sister beams.

Louis knows this isn't the first (nor last) time his sister will ask him to cover for her, it happened often during their teen years but never while on vacation. "Where is it?" Louis inquires, still hesitant.

"The beach."

The older sibling sighs, but one glance at his sister's face—he sees the opposite of himself. She was loud, independent, loved meeting people and would jump at any opportunity of adventure. Louis wanted her to have fun. She had fun with people and attending parties while Louis had fun with painting and baking. They were opposites but always got along. He agrees, and that earns him a sloppy kiss on his forehead. She was taller than him even though he was older, but many people were taller than him.

His sister skips out of the kitchen after swiping another cupcake and leaves Louis to tend to his mess. He drops to his knees, cautiously gathering the broken pieces of the bowl in his hand.

"Louis?"

The boy jumps, hitting his head on the counter in surprise. "Y-Yes!"

"Quite the mess you made," Harry observes, a toothpick between his lips. His beard and moustache are unshaven, giving him a very rugged appearance. There is sweat dripping down his face and gardening gloves hanging out the pocket of his jeans. "Need help?"

"I don't w-want to bother you," Louis dismisses lightly and continues collecting the shattered bowl when a broom comes into view. He sighs, dropping the shards on the ground again and dusts his hands on his apron. "I should not use my hands."

Harry chuckles, gripping Louis' arm to get him to stand. "How about you clean the counters and I'll clean the floor, deal?" His green eyes contrast against his tanned skin.

Only then does Louis notice the utter mess from his baking session. Spilled flour and sugar, eggshells he forgot to throw out, and dirty mixing bowls, whisks and spoons everywhere. He squishes his cheeks. "Goodness me..."

"Uh, Louis, you've got," Harry trails off and gestures to Louis' cheeks.

He gasps, "Oh my, the flour!" Louis pulls away his hands only to see them covered in the white powder. Now he has white handprints on his chubby cheeks.